The institute of rumors
(excerpt)
There they sew
Not garments of Wear
But tales stench-Imagined!
They weave and weave Yarns
Expertly computed
Never before known
Only Spiders of Brazil
And Swiss factories Compare.
You wonder their Faculties
The types of Manure
Sulfurous sepulchers.
Heaven must be Red
Victims galore
Of their angular Tongues of Ice
Amours, events that never Were
Not even broached
Their Parrot eyes
Claimed to see
Beyond every reality Imagined.
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