Alauding Late to Finnegans Wake What lovely obscenery, one blindscop said, Poering over the woruld sheer, and how it iswas, One gaslit gorehouse of contemporancient grins All billiowy, all willbully gleaned From the merest waste. Such sproutage! And in one senselust pervework recordwrit His funtempestry for which Clarity approaches tenwaves, prying all the damns to our fluidy appreception, Whan thrill sich clamborous musifraction sang, flashing, coalescent, brief, Goldfleshing through the grit of the earthpoem, Echoing all with adoration the allalluring echoation Omnipresented and unended. I see the earthwork seastirring With light yspoked and mutable And blentwords overbrimmed. His knotty, noughty wiseworldthing Touched the teatility of some sibyl Mind, and found nothing thin.
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