F^rançois L^uong

from Li(ght)ban

[6]

Lichen dulled

his body lace.

Menace depended on

a coercible devil

decentering his reeling.

Frieze emigrants

claimed stains, some

more, allegedly

decoding aliens.

[7]

Lore quelled nouns

past blessed overtures

during bombardments,

lest populations enforced

evictions. Conditions

preceded bumpier

sounds the devil dished

at a disused

principled theater, dealing

gear cups to the rest

of the dupes.

Equipment dramatized cement,

detouring agencies

specialized in one deviant

lance. Landing on a pelt,

urgent alloys poured

on populations ministered

by the lightban.

[8]

Ill denouncements

absolved total reaction,

kindling his body lace,

& the leopard doodled

satin, stalled among

decent meters, dissertating

deposited ions.

Dealing with final

violations, disengagements

prospered legit verse,

not a liable lore

deterred by reeling.

Luminal sat London

in sequel depart,

the encounter modeling

deckling kilohertz.

Demarked raged deported

parole diminished after

stringed salons. Lazy reeling

laughed in letting a melon,

geodic competence, debark

crassly.

[9]

Still reeling

from the loss

of his body lace,

the runaways

poured stringed ilea

into satin.

Lore rising

the cement of

this encounter,

the devil drew

a charcoal Aeolian.

[10]

Risen Caliban

venting dread,

we were in the midst of war

and knew nothing

about it.

His body lace reeling

with decent meters

arboresced the devil

for lack of intensity

enthroning poor Caliban

as king of the hollow world.

Arbiter of luminal

nimble fingers, the rarefied

world of lepideptora

spent the sequenced

departures in exhibition

of his body lace

& light ban

examinations

lingering in common

candelabras

and quantum bombardments.

[11]

The seafronts mentioned

regalements incurred

in the course of pulsating

dangled sectors.

The marooned aliases

touted prime delay,

fronting havoc as reefed

sound, blessed dance

as reeling. So long one

ported parole declared

his reeling, dance

would rest

on his body lace,

denizen of Persia

demeaning fangs. Ethane

severely immersed,

the preface despaired

for pulsars, hours sullied

comradely. The lures

miscoded moles

& perked bombardments,

soiling sourced litanies.

[12]

The lead cabinet ran

into an avid rejection. Lest

plans didn’t extend

soon, the offensive

terrestrials would pare

the labor, jetting in part

visits to a repost.

Enforcers departing

from his body lace,

the pushers killed

meters, honoring the warfront

here & this reel.

Confronted,

expert grandstands

dealt arms deterring

holy banal cabinets,

set pronouncements

touting for pouring

intensification. The fripperies

countered

his body lace.

“O lightban,” said

Solon, “discourse

governs no metal.”

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