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speaking in the wrong currency

merely flesh in mud

what lies past the limit is the jabberwocky's marrow

can we see a purple metaphor for clouds

through the stability of futility

by virtue of their fruithood

whereof one cannot melt

friction on slippery ice

when the lion spoke

the madman keeps a brain in a vat

the bald king

are there blue similes for scents

letting down the ladder that never held us