dead
crannies
stuffed
with
bloodless
porcelain
infest
hurly-burlies
numbed
by
graspless
hugs
limping
blindly
into
prison
under
mis-canned
foods
made
of
manna
and
whey,
manna
and
whey,
those
miscible
matters
of
digestive
candor,
vacant
interstates.