All this expertly gave a series of metamorphic impressions that the napkin was afraid, tortured, oceanic, calm, fleeing, and liberated.

And thus the procession
The lyrical motorcade glimpsed only by me
Bow — laugh — dance
Behold the king of the muses the carny the revenant

Incantation on an Afghanistan war myth. "Yes, a beast. With eyes like this, this many legs, a head, no tongue or tongue wounded, more sacred of you than you are of it and not housebroken."