rOLl an Surge 

Gear and tear/ joy of the crowd

  ______________________________   this '   ~centerpiece' of mystery and joy

(i used loud before / not good as it's a blandishment of the perfect balance  in the sigla)

  Mona's in cassock, greca (the long coat) and Roman hat.  She aint a priestess but she's a  man of god whomsoever the bells toll they tell (an toll) for you  ~  thee in the extraordinary pronoun. Of which there's plenty in a hunkin' nose, downtown. In the coliseum Lions Roar. it's the gold cassock suit at the dawn ringing the reign of light the extended love affiar across the world afire..

                        (we gathered in the loggia) 

                                Tombs, rooms and catacombs , honey hives, ringing beads, row on row rosary an roar
                                               this is where the god comes
                            flying crucifix in the praying
                                        bowing father
                                                    in the rain

                                                          at twilight's Rome   ~.

 back in france, the eldest daughter of the church  
    a cry    of some existentialist caper
     perches beneath  the

  the bells of Notre_Dame
         ringing louder than the ecstasy of ten thousand saints hosannas hosanna
                     singing in the skies



Limpring prolo

                                             Intersubjecti Intersubjectivity making  with Lim Intersubjectivity making  with Limping prolo.vity making  with Limping prolo.with Limping prolectivity 

making  with Limping prolo.vity making  with Limping prolo.with Limping prol


This cold of beauty's your name. Hoar to the frost of its block the tenement rulling throng and its beast burn song. the bad man thinks yelling makes him a poet speaking for others. Not their word or his song, but their's . So he clamoursly claims . Mona brushes him off a fool to his bursting melody. A farce t o his cruel song, melody maker of a crying upstart a hooey blower on the whale of suffering's particular joint

This is the cool tea's mace, history's chopping rock.


Esther on the bilge

  God could use help no? donyyouthink as the worl's collapsing ridge inside the if of morpheme... it shall weave auspices

 by the many loving manyofmore  reacing its toward night. A knight clopping clopping to redeem? Assisting the god in her efforts. A flueink galow not a parched rag rammer... we've been becoming courtesy and gallantry we're not sure this love

Not does but the mouth hods  whisper. it's a another word on the plate. Not a appollo destiny  but  afate built around necessity the   sigh of the crown and wink   her parlay and this parliamentary lover... Not broker to broker a  brother's easly forgotten as is a dumb arse  .A friend of longterm turns out to be an ass of the piddle pot
How do you end the king?  but the  green movers know their game creating the paranoia fits with the match... Alone till his gang grabbed him from sinking but never reached nor wne to help  the others   but grew his self machine forever his rotten self... Not a knight

 Not a knight but a bight  of the deathwish . Holding the of .