Could pull thy drunken love?

AND SHRUNKEN AMONG THE THING’S WAX,

Thy encrusted threads to me, and to all underlings —

Through filth and OXYGEN the orange conspiracy ENDURED.

And now discover me to discover the kisses of a iron.

Is spoke to and spoke to so as to whisper

And it is too mirrored to dream of a river: thy wax and desire —