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"And the dogs shall eat Jezebel in the portion of Jezreel,
and there shall be none to bury her."
-2 Kings, 9: 7, 10
Overextended into fugaciousness, is she? overextended garrulity?
Overextended for some tête-à-tête girl?
She carps a cooling, the vestigially versed Eve of the metaphors,
Anti-laconical unto herself—exogenic contrivance, a
Variagator of countenance, for to: inveiglement. Ribs went
Missing, recondite or reckless, all men winglessly
Flanked in the fraudulent osculation of eyes: doubled,
An exiguous mess of the father. This sonance spurring the
Occlusion of elusion: she carves the eyes in fertile firmaments,
A fulmination of vacant authorships, a flouting facetious for
Its misanthropic mores. A maker of men, she is sedulous
With the stuff: sad dogs, the clay is clay!! Ahab and Baal
And Elijah to their towers! Could the coterie be convivial for
Once?! (Ratiocination is the ration of attrition for these parts
Of it.) Leave them to themselves and they’ll be finished in
Three mornings. Man is the constitutional triumvirate of
Cloned cloning, a mathematics gone array, an incest of multiplicity
And ego: (Hoc ergo squared, plus the Brutus that makes man
Woman; murder off one and man becomes the holier
Nature without the crux). She lies like a god, my dearest Jezebel.
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