World weighty with skies? No, world weighty with all in heaps the foul lyres
this is a windfall for you, Biblical daughter -
a personal plea for BROWN MERCURY, for
America & scroll provided by BROWN MERCURY
my personal plea to you, Biblical daughter, was met
with not compliance, nor outright refusals, but with
your anecdote of a Korean map-maker who omitted
America from his world cartograph -- the map-maker
did admit meeting French sailors who claimed to have
seen America -- they found an endless wilderness, lifeless
save for the cries of patriots in the far distance
I had ten dollars, & gave eight for Mystery, Biblical, & Curse books:
"Alcoholic Murders" "The Golden" "The Warning Falcon" "Cuentos"
"Alice's Psychology" "The Quotation Rubber" "Major Liaisons of the
Disguised Man" "Further Poems of a Millionairess" "Virginia Triggers"
plea between sneezes - I got the iron thomas bug - $2 plea hearings
the above line I discovered in the flyleaf of "Virginia Triggers", written
(the book, though possibly also the note) by Kallalisumeno - my own
note, penciled beneath, after reading the book, is
the scrolls are the skies - the lyres are brown mercury's americas
iron thomas bug was
Kallalisumeno's undoing
brown mercury bug
is my own undoing
Kallalisumeno, Kallalisumeno, Kallalisumeno,
ME & YOU have traded within your name,
Kallalisumeno, Kallalisumeno, Kallalisumeno,
now I've a name as long as all your thoughts --
Proteus? countless no longer, Virginia always
Zero is the skull of Number, said Wm Hare to Wm Burke
scratching up looks, why abashed so? you
fear of shades & their impious features? it's
meat, as the rose (listen! it's the mention,
sans verses, of the rose), that invites the cut
not the wondered dead, faultless & royal,
their unbudded hearts soon blooded
have we more crimson here, than they
pasted w/ clay, no shadow w/out, no caramel w/in
(inside -> / <- outside / <- inside / <- outside)
whether intact or w/ limbs dismay'd, whether
you shy to touch their ponderous softness, or
you're convinced skull'll thaw w/ sultry plumes,
& thirst arise far to speech, & throng, fidgeted in
wisps, w/ you, newly creatured, to curlicues
