Sarin Canasta

Clock's Dog:

How Stupid do you feel
and how stupid can you?

Mrs Tungsten Loop:

King Ilona, your rapport / portable
intake valve recovers. In clover.

King Ilona:

Lemon residue, shan't I be
the relict, Mrs. Tungsten Loop?

Residue at one eight oh
Celsius.

Clock's Dog:

It must age, select ramparts don't
foundation garments closed to secure tree-bark

Not Amity, deflect method, refine
the length of a hare, what won't you seize up

Bedded here / a nation closer
again, this herbery.

King Ilona:

Ravenna is all hair.

Mrs Tungsten Loop:

                            Amen.

Clock's Dog:

The region before the ventral part of Calum
is fluidised by an air-blast

I cannot describe. Sarah is saying No.
Jennifer as a trope cleverly sanctioned

Extends on a leaf southward to the tongue of Ross.
Neighbours of Steven exempt Cathleen.

Mrs Tungsten Loop:

That this, in historical time
might subtly reanimate fear, seems

a long shot.

King Ilona:

                    How little
like the human mind anything

is, and how much like
a brain.

Mrs Tungsten Loop:

The face facing the back of your face
moves to distinctness with sunrise

Clock's Dog:

Don't ever let me exist, will you?

King Ilona:

This is the time of incubation.

Mrs Tungsten Loop:

How many years to hatch our imbecile?

King Ilona:

The lamps are on, we are in wool, the cameras roll.

Mrs Tungsten Loop:

This is an event, somewhere.

Clock's Dog:

But too many boiled in the shell
leaving the compound freak uneven

and liable to eat its parent.