Pilgrim Pilgrim moping, cold with question: can the mother boned and homeful freedom supply: sound, a sound which (a sandwich?) incises: pushes down the push ups? I mean see these whole holes? and half wholes? ass first, head last, first an ass (or last): not ahead (a head?): no wonder sordid men get laid: sore, did men run fast enough from enough trouble from running already? Like now, underneath the densities, cities form from loam alone, and bones of mothers are eloping (poles of light, light by which to listen, light so loud we ran): run away from language