Posted this one a long time ago but cant be arsed to find the link so here it is with a fresh coat of paint. dry calypso in her crypt whos sphinx marked out the ages gyre for symbols for symbols years, aeons to decrypt glyphs who told the exonym for anyone, desire. An enzyme for dryads, adytum or asylum thrusting beyond tharsis' boon anodyne for lifes listless lyrics the calm at the eye of anarchies typhoon A gypsy's rhythm, hyena alchemy persuades as well as any dragon's kerygmata This is the signature of all things. A syzygy for a witch's stigmata. To witches barebreasted, a hymn, the wry acolyte smiles an eyeful of eros tells me shes gonna take a while. and anarchy pilgrims to the land of the lost in the lamplight of lust, where no pilgrim should her pyre warms my substantial girth an ode with too many 'y's an ode to my hard fucking wood.