Everlaughing at the end of fangs things brighten
and sag relax in place like empires sliding overboard
the continent's sky mirror the corrected acceleration of human dignity
the revolt of the whole howling animal kingdom from shag to shining shag
wrung higher than philosophy by the butt image, shining reality of ass,
which I light with the cargo of error which is mine
and through the emptiness of orgasm perfect sleep
everlaughing the bride of fangs which fangs brighten,
queen of tits whose caption headlines the morning sun.