Cabbaline as a sleuth. Along  aline of flight| you go up and down| ying an yang| yr getting old at this hand sondaughter|theE makings of desire | its flight fight machine
 as marrying bodies in the sun,

           and comforting zones of miraculating machines,
                       and mother lips,
                                     and other hopes and tears,
                                                e_machines of arrangements temporary gulfs of your body with Her  `

                 Mona!~ the maniac!

                         No racial delirium please!

   At times/ betimes
    it's merely the change of a vowel, makes worlds difference of birth to bodies born   ~