Building a life of fallen snow

31st sonnet of T.S. Elliot.
The poetics of 2004.
Transcribed by Courtney Jensen and J. Frank...





On the fallen white drives i see them
Below fallen white lives i leave them

On the snowlit night
The right yards less blanketed
Lie the men constructed in white

The body is wet and plump elicit glisten excites the moon
Correspondance of the nose shall less expose this expression of life

Habitual to instruction I secured the carrot with a four inch funnel of engagement
The familiar vegetable slides central to this cavity of sufficient depth.
For this is essential in the facilitation of snow face finalization.
In this, I mount the carrot.
The snow touches the carrot's skin and it shivers.
It is pennetrated deep.
Deeper.