you sociality

doktor hazy dent

superruminary

who like the emperors

wears no clothes

a client shows

its name

loodz theev oqo odonata

i think

a fatapissicist

who disbelieves in rumination

but dent says

theev

i like the emperors

and rumination isnt ruminescence

even as pissing may be fate

but apis isnt fat

i hail from paraetonium oqo says

in pears we trust

and we all always cant disrobe

and none of us can never undo the clothes

we all are emperors

i need to see your lower eye the doktor says

remove your pants

inarticulate negotiations dangle in the arid air

like those deserts glimpsed in rpgs as ones passing to the pissroom

humidities of thought circulating like recycled ambience

but not as quantifiably eusocial

the lower eye sees but cant be seen odonata says unzipping

im not here for healing

but to prepare prepositions for inward outings

and hazy stares

and loodzs viviparous

and lo a pair of eyes comes forth from lower eye

and eateth doktor hazy dent

and the client

methinks

that oqo theev odonata loodz

in body not in thought

disbelieving rank in emperors

goes forth too

eyed and naked  dressed

dingle wordsless does pataparables

it lives in loss and loss is gain

not that catastrophic loss where gain is loss
but loss thats less than words