Configuration

1
the parachutes, the heads, the skeletons, the clouds.
the parachutes are of flesh.
the heads are parachutes.
the little men.  the little women.
the clouds are wounds.

2
the clouds swoon and writhe in their beds blue as countries of flesh.
  the clouds mingle with a thousand sex organs like words with saliva.
the little men and the little women sing in their cages.  they sing of 
  kills and outs.
the clouds are kills.  the clouds are never outs.
the saliva of the parachutes drips on the words.  the shanks of the 
  words are out.
the little men and the little women hang themselves.

3 
the shanks gossip in the drawers.
the little men and the little women wither like stars and turn into mud.
the clouds that touch the heads are parachutes.
the heads ripen in the earth.
the plants wear fragrant muffs.

4
the herds of plants change into herds of skeletons.  on the heads of the
  skeletons flesh grows slowly.
the words are rapid plants.
the words of the parachutes.  the words of the heads.  the words of the
  skeletons.  the words of the clouds.

5
the parachutes of hanged men have fragrant sex organs.
the skeletons of the parachutes.  the skeletons of the heads.  the skeletons
  of the skeletons.  the skeletons of the clouds.
the clouds and the hanged men wear muffs of flesh.
the wounds of the skeletons are covered with plants.
the heads swoon and writhe in the plants like clouds.  the heads ring
  like flesh and wake the clouds.

6
the saliva.  the mud.  the stars.  the beds.
the skeletons of the heads that parachute down from the clouds land
  in the drawers full of shanks.
the little men and the little women grow even littler.
long live the shanks.

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