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New Holland 1788

After Lingua Ignota’s “The order of spiritual virgins”

Sinner get ready
God will save my upper back & the

brick upon my knee
to soon ricochet, no hope no fear.

Sinner get ready—
there’s sanctum in a fragile void,

like a tender wishbone,
teethe your way to its substance to

stand some kind
of chance. No hope no fear—

foreign A6 flyers in French
advertise a nun in a 14 carat gown. &

I will be the holiest
optionable of Botany Bay in

a brittle pinafore like a
precipice. Sinner you get dressed,

chow down the dust
upon my knee to soon ricochet

like you, a fragile
void cannibalizing our navel.

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