Here is one seventh of a poem that I'm referring to as 7x7 at the moment:
your iced groin is the hooting partiality, truly, pointy, baa…
thawed owls airlift iceberg cablegrams; it—tin shin notion
that is—weighs zebra and clover on your tootsy; yep, quest
time, search the unrewarding hospital, cowboy! prank cocain
into the belief of addiction; absorb graft chambers; why err?
to read “only hope sustains” from pages of cacti, while seen is
Micrathene whitneyi in sleep-talk: “pain: indication of need”