The Akhian Press

I had a better fall I fell into the sea; I ate a rotten berry and accosted the sea (held hostage by brand and manacles the Hellespont shrunk) I wish I was the mother of an engineer to be

 go run from the rain: oh bleak satellite with grace and then a semblance of empirical might you make a bastard will he roll hard will he row for free, "Row on master Jane." Oh isn't it sad isn't it the same: pushing out the miracle but the miracle is pain

I hate Stella
I hate Rose
Know why
because they want to be free.... Watch the morning rise and watch it in the sea remember better thinker sand the way they cover me

widening the borders so the fathers on their knees
go run from the rain! (All dwarved men sing) Welfare is all right, but it's a burden in the night, hate borders and hate the free, hate the billionaire in me... hate for the miracle because the miracle is not in me -- welfare is all right all right all right!