Effegies against the light - John Wilkinson

To assemble the lily. Gloss half-smeared slips like a thumbprint broken through sweet glaze; the visible hymen flaps; a sky funereal peels from a sloping pond hot sun beats or mains rupture plenishes. The confectioner's system purrs easily: summer stripes and smash, do to construct flaked out, the numbed inquisitor of feeling propped their water plate. JCBs shall batter, cars shall rend and groove natural piety's cover, circulate in fine fettle. Sugar gushes plentifully. This kidney island, poor Ind, which half- slipped on sweets unwrapped, powered with cane trash, stayed discovery, waits insulin now turns its sweet to plenty turn to the clear inlet pain, filled with Arawak ghosts people a clear glaze, neither slave nor indentured, dead processors of sweets wired its virginity. Petals rattle and smart, rewire together proof for the technician's fingering green stairwells, green detention doors slamming into a kelson swinging low one after another, endless decompression, and never a breach to break out through.