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“O Daddy,” thought the hair-TussLeD LaD
As he suckLeD from the column before him,
“Don’t stop unTiL you’ve ToLD me again
The TassLeD, TaLL, TaLL, TaLL, TaLL TaLe
Of the first six mountain lights
That line the Scorpion’s TaiL.
Of Heaven and Earth.
Of the spiraling CyPheR of ADM’s ToiL,
Of NX, who flips the LiD upside down,
Of his kids: LeaDers and LuDDiTes alike,
Of his firstborn, $M, who has LoaDeD upon him extra iDoLaTries,
Of the trixter, TRX,
Of I$MOAL, who hears god,
Of ItsXQ, who laughs,
Of O$U, who makes me into ADUM,
Of O$U, who makes me into the father of ADUM,
And finally, of course, of the Body and Pincers of IOQB,
Who closes the TurTLe-circuit and (eventually)
MoLTs into yet another <generation> of storytellers.”
