Adendum

~ The Flew or The Trick ~
Or Just a Fresh Kill Landfill

The high wire of a Final Bed,
One not yet made,
Accounts “A Tale to the Swallow”

“Gee, how made Thee?
Harmony never managed to make him at Mach 2,2...?”

The Brooks Of ~ See Thomas Mann,
“Buddenbrooks Réserve” For the Hell. Do I hear?

~ Screams pierce the air
Anguished torment, howls of fear, crys lance the air,
Tears rain ~

Could it be? Bells Of The Hell?
This toll, we all must pay.
Bells rung, now praise the unsung,
All Those Others ~
Lend me now your ear ~
Low! Know!
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Who howls for me?
Is a dog this, not, of Bellevue? ~ Of yes,
But with the Sound of Hell. Do you not hear?
Could you be my own
Bells of the Hell, which sound for me?
Lend me your ear! Low! Know!
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Is a dog this, not, of Bellevue? Tinkle tinkling,
Tinklings flutter! Silver-plated company now mixes,
Stirs among us!

(Yes, Divine Mixology, barre-tending
Learned while sitting on a bar stool,
As well, kneeling on velvet-cushioned prie deu.)

Our Enchanted Brew:
The High Wire, Act iii, A Final Bed,
~ My burial plot ~
One not yet made,
Accounts “A Tale to the Swallow.”

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A engraved memory, an invitation, yes, delayed.
Confetti? Not! Snowflakes sprinkle the Time of ~
A ~ of ~ of wrinkle * ~ of ~ * ~ of ~ * ~ of ~ *
Of the posters of the ~
~ alt.usenet.readers.fault.line.under.thesand!
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Do not await Thee ~ make
Your purchases of gift before the Rush
Of the Day Before!
Can’t say, I please ~ no matter who ~ why pay extra
To enter Morning Wood?
I thought that day, long and hard, over
And above. A certain kind of family business:
Of Charity,
Of Hope, and of Faith. All virtues
Balanced with vice. By all events, the famous
Animals enter via a free backward passage,
An event such as nothing new.
Sleeping partners, or patterns, alike,
Enjoy the publicity.
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Consider the first De Morning Wood ~
An A List Celebrates Of Guest
Of Male De Harold Of ~,
Oui...
.... and, alas, these stars that missed
Admission, suffered beyond comprehension ~
Now they stand, offer petition, request audience,
From my ear to yours.
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Yes, by all means!
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And these others, too,
Outside on Bootie Rulz de Campe X,
Send to them ~ by fax of requests
That all the best dogs are gear-equipped
Are held on the legs from behind, requesting admission!
Their special waiting list of ~ A
An invitation, yes, drawing our attention ~ Their effort
From leash of heart, your dirtier confession
[Yes, hear your council, your klew!]
An edge gives you, by Royal Order de Blew.
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Thus VIPs, do not fear! Admit your worst, the best,
And for Members of the Pressure, you, yes,
Higher
Our ~ of list for The Fourth Field,
We require that you come early, stay late.
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[Pico, on second thought, please bring the starter!
Don’t forget, appetizer…]
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Other voices, other moons.
Come, please, accompany me,
Warm me, bless me.
Enlighten me, from your darkness beyond,
So that I may ~
What my eyes cannot see, what my heart barely knows ~
Know, sing, praise
For you, for me.
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“Our ancestors of Savanna, Georgia,
A very Olde Towne, a revolutionary port
Of the African slave trade,
A reverse Mourning\
Woulde, now cry with howling hyenas ~
A pain, lanced skin, a piercing scar howled ~
Strapped, indeed
Whipped, iron-chained entombed a ship’s wood
Debased basement, life bound fast around
A sailing mast, their journey bound fast
From lost freedom,
Yes, Spirits Past Enslaved...

....from which, here, too, I sing, I praise,
I try to remember,
Give, offer, Memorial for these precious
Lost Black Deade ~
Too, spirits, they, too, sing of good, they, too,
Long-distance runners,
The International Slave Trade,
A Global Travesty.
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Messenger:
They, too, seek to obtain invitation
With the site of a great setting ~ This rumored, whispered
Morning Wood!

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Message:
We’ve been left outside,
In the cold!
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Yes, I understand!
You must come! You must come inside!
Ms. Christine and Mr. Arthur, both my emissary,
To offer you only our best first-class,
First-rate
Early stated, earliest engraved exposure ~
Our wrought-iron gates, our key, all yours,
All these years…Bring friends!
Hold our hands. My dearest loves,
Yes, you! Bind my heart to yours,
If I may be so graced with your charmed
Company. Enchante, of course ~ Hurry,
Ride your horse…

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My Message Back:
O too! On your journey
To join us in Morning Wood, please
Do us
One special favor! No, no favor, this you must
Do! Write, record, memorialize
Who died, who suffered, and how,
Yes,
This must be done. Nothing forgotten
From any time, none lost in time’s mystical
Haze. Not! We will forget not.
There, said, done, now please ~ work with due haste!

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…O, yes, furthermore!
Select, for our Morning Wood décor,
Special reminders ~
Embodied form, our reminders,
Your sufferings
Your travels, your every effort lost
And won,
Yes, engraved en high relief, our highest mantle
You wear ~ Our highest esteem
Enshrined above our fireplace,
So every morning, we face reminders,
Retrace your ancient route, your years, your
Dark Mourning, all those years
Of Enslavement,
Our darkest years human history wrought
From which no irony comes ~
To which your life, your life submitted,
Suffered the hands of whites. But alas,
Now!
We celebrate your long torment, we bear,
No, receive, yes, your witness.
Yes, just ask Ms.
Christine, ordained, she, by Royal Order de Blew.

~ Memento Mori ~

Speak to me of untold horrors…

Message:
“You could see a band of vultures on the horizon
And to take off right towards them,”
He says, staring north through nothingness.
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“Yes, please, go on, please, for me, continue,”
I request.
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“To speak about the mom of ~ witch,” says hé!
“Let us pretend you am to me
A famished hyena, and you, too, are a bone!”
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“I think perhaps, yes, I understand,”
I answer.
“You are telling me ~ pain so vast, hunger
So sharp, you chewed yourself,
As a trapped animal chews off her paw,
Freedom sought,
Chained aboard a ship, below decks,
Where air stank, while darkness swallowed all
Light, all spirit.”
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“No, not,”
He answers me.
“Not all spirit lost. Spirit all we have.
All else gone.”
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~ Memento Mori ~
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\Mama ~
Can we? Hm? Hm? Can we?
Can we make everything right?
Can we please do that?”
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~ Memento Mori ~
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She says to me:
“I you corn salad swallow and ~
I high CAT.
I Ching indicates, you are!
This marks I Ching. O, yes, I sing you ~
The mom, yes, me, I.”
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Hello Mum!
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~ Memento Mori ~
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Come, all, please come
To Morning Wood ~
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~ Memento Mori ~
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“Greetings...
Our All Star List Celebrates Of Special Guests,
Oui...
.... and, also, these other stars,
Those ones on TV.
And all those ones missed,
Lost through effervescent mysts of time,
All haze, tangled maze,
Rings wrung, a tree trunk’s aged ascent,
Without a rhyme, without a time now to live ~
You, yes You~
Come fill our hearts, come
Fill our senses with you ~
All you sufferers, all from other times, please
Come now, please, I beg, I kneel for you,
To you, here, I craft my altar,
Build my Heaven,
Eternally I worship you ~
You, yes, you, do indeed build me
My Heaven. To you, my deed
De Ownership.

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Meanwhile.
Outside, yes, those dogs
The Bootie Rulz de Campe X, my invitation
I send to them ~ by fax of requests for another ~
Of klew. Please RSVP, in case of doubt!
O yes! Forget not ~
Concerning a suitable process of your part,
Or the rules of The Order, please consult
“The Metropolitan Life Please,” by Ms.