swallowing warm mouthfuls of flat, stale beer Balaam came, beheld the watershed and was destroyed (a stable metaphor)
Balaam came to me & sat: train’s force Forced: to look on the temple to be buried
his, our apocalypse decided fates lost only half a measure leaving only half a measure so, too, today, I wear longsleeved garb + gargle blue mouthwash before committing myself
what the Philosopher can achieve in a year, I achieve in days.
not him
nor would fixative adhere to principles that the encomiast lyricise but fall firmly back down to Judea
~ an alien nation founded on three principles.