change song, array

I am but an ugly mouth & harness’d

delightful; in terminal I’s reside,

the clearing searing ravelature,

it un-, it, spun in three weavings

& deemed censure; it recommends

a rack, I rack the spread & shoot them

down into a ditch, but the bridge

is resonant; I train the tranes to pass

quietly, I quietly harness the ugly

mouth & spout restriction; it

is mug-shy & shot through with holes

unanimous & clamped suddenly; spin

spun somethings & realize & see alive

the decimated; the rest alive though the body

descends into a pit we call path, a pith

we call love & something else