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They ask you to draw them in novel airs. They sleep in the

air.

They levitate in airs, distances, accretions of damp and dread.

Undersea their loutish fardels tumble,

their lymph greasy with treacheries and spores,

their aboriginal returns dense with amorous texture,

accessing incandescent nuclei

of throbbings still to come.