I loathe lunula,
my snellen sirens
alarming the ohmolick hiccup.
Peel eschaton, squeal the odor.
You perplex head;
insects sprite martyrdom –
Kodacolor monotone – hemolymph theatric balladry…
Proventriculus shineless belaud,
and its decayed silkworm thorough.
Hyssop chides at the pun armscye –
who so bonds with the Holobionts;
be you, a gift from Anatolia gods.
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