What comes of Wieners’ marquetry?

A clay-toned jouissance* returns to land 
shedding light tints in reverse of rotating surf.
Ya, he is important. Joy has free play while parody affixes inky eels beneath his poverty, evoking retreat and nighttime, slurping undertow from the beats.

You want to get fiery 
to include the cosmos. 

But there is a hairnet over the situation. 


Inner retreat. 
*However, when we single ourselves out, we get close to guilt reformulating sublime fears of exclusion. Immense hard line purging tho brings on jouissance, scrubbing any direct polarity.