When I don't know, when I don't know,
without you, without you, without a You,
they all come,
acephalic by choice,
the brainless lifelaureates
of the Youless
people of the lord:
Ashrei,
a word with no meaning,
transtibetan,
ejaculated into
the helmeted ovaries
of Pallas
Athena
The Jewess,
and when he,
he,
foetal,
strums a Carpathian not-not,
then the
Allemande
starts tatting
her im-
mortal self-sick
song.
Gigantic,
trackless, tree-
studded
hand-
tract,
Quincunx.
The branches, guided by nerves,
swoop down on
the already
red-tripped deep shadow,
a snakebite before
Rose-
rise.