Love Is Form, And Cannot

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

What Pudor Pejorocracy Affronts How Awe, Night-rest And Neighborhood Can Rot What Breeds Where Dirtiness Is Law What Crawls Below

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.