Song of the Andoumboulou: 304

By | 1 May 2021


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A burr, an adenoidal breathing lay forever afoot,
as if to make of itself, as of time itself, an es-
sence, of a ubiquity its essence’s riposte. A burr, an
noidal breathing, the Overghost Ourkestra’s dor-
mant beast lowed in the background. It was the
birds’ always ready accompanist, ever sleeping
seemed but only so with eyes open, shootings
and choke holds video’d for it to see… They were
Nub’s very least compunction, Nub’s desideratum
a late but flooding rain, all
insinuated, soon

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