per form: ant's art

un-ku'll, syllabic burnt toast
rye crisp, tripped tongues and noesis
reason. everything in the crux
of the ruud - where the savior's blood
pools. Sarin, dip ... it.. he... dead

Alcaic for a moment, then the moment's lost
everything so lyrical. Gas. fast. slip. moss

reverie, eleven pipers, no pipes, no dancers
a fig leaf covers the rationale voices
collide in g-sharp. harp, unstrung, my belle
rings, rang, rungs climbed. The metaphor is clear:

she dies, dag. tic. tic. we talk.
What we know no no no. The river sends

ends, twists. short long short long five
times. i am bic. the bald point.
whirred around, span the lisp it all
trips. waylaid, pantun - May. Lay down

form is nothing.