Shi wishes there was more to say! These darn diversions fill my day, but I know my folx enjoy my Way.

if every cut would need be true that precious jewel would still be rough and none would ever know its hue

Hip-hurrah and callooh-callay Our knight in carbon black provides And this worm may have hand-downs to play

where is that thing these days? i left it 'round and someone moved it to a place i just can't quite intuit

"I like it weird!" I'm keen to shout a page that's turned is something learned and if you asked I'd spit it out

itching, lusting for any form the body's stale if it's the norm just-one-facet makes you poor

no longer "i'm putting on a sweater" i have contextualized the metamorphosis "adapting," simply i am me but better

a heart is aching and it's my last the hurt ignored compounding fast a fraying in the phloem's bast

a pal who has a certain vision made the dreamstuff for its addition to what was forged in solar fission

cells and flesh what intermesh and connection more than tangent nodes make my body your abode

calls to action or snow white doves don't forget your inclinations share the things that you most love

it'd be grand to be three-storeys-tall slicking the streets with my secretions and grasping at little creatures droll

in spite of gaia's artful progeny the things that i most like to see are chimeras, hybrids; should-not-be

bondage buckling; the containment dire a hunger aeons old spills out formless flesh lashes forward - facsimile fire

can't go back, and no way forward something once, now bric-a-brac disassembled and untoward

the world is over, what's left to lose? every form you've ever dreamed is coalesced within the ooze

soul and will is put to test the body yearns for all new turns as corporeal palimpsest

no one saw the shape i wore hidden by my bedroom door as schrödinger supposed before

trees are living, slow and still but mine is losing to screws and nails dearest neighbor, i wish you ill

arms and legs in strange directions eyes and mouths, a new complexion and finally a grand- well...

ne'er a lower point, shi thought verdant scapes for chain-link scrapes but icebergs tend to flip a lot

the skin is itching, arms are twisted where's the thing i know existed Faust gave something for his pleasure