Aardvark (first spasm)

The anthropomorphic aardvark with passionate indifference
conjugates the infinite concrete.

Mon superego est farine d'avoine avec de la cannelle.
Ihr Superego ist Hafermehl mit Zimt.
Το superego του είναι oatmeal με την κανέλα.
Il suo superego è farina d'avena con cannella.
そのsuperegoはシナモンが付いているオートミールである。
Nosso super-ego é oatmeal com canela.
Su super-ego es harina de avena con cinamomo.

But all this hydrated oatmeal is desperated with tricalcium aluminate under duress.
And the ovoid aardvark declares: “That which was never is,” not knowing or understanding himself in the yeast.

Then he dances, green tomato paste suffusing the room with glowing YES.

He mimics from shadow to shadow, forming a round square: Invoking the Muses: WORDS ARE THE SHADOW OF THOUGHT.

((While Calliope plays euchre with St. Cecelia))
the mucilage in his soul seeks verbal raisins
with adherent coffee.

The aardvark rests in 4/4 time in the middle class shadows.