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ANAGRAMMAGE
SOIL, OILS, & LOIS
Dreams must breathe; an oil for everything; a superwoman on a tight schedule but always ahead of time
Some antics, some ant-ticks’ semantics in flowerbeds
Oversaturate the reams of dreams & themes & furtherance.
It’s thought for till…how honeybees — ventilative & non-opaque —
Lend higher hums to biodiverse…‘til oilied-humus acclimates.
Oh, there’s the browning of the shallots — chef de plats in Lois’s kitchen.
If exposured out the bodice, there’s the unguent ‘fore the dressing.
Lots with cars have their stake. & then there is the soul contrite:
Sainting up the lustrate-day & heathening the torrid night.
Lashes & liberation, she locomotes so lizardly
Over orbs & odds & oceans — oxidative in mystique;
In her serum, shots of ‘spresso; in her iris, crest & cape —
She’s got six to seven seconds — soil to sky — to ne’er be late.
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