Chaotic-Architectural Personhood

The swirling blocks
pile one into another
building a building
as wild as tiled

Sparks dry on the line
until verses run a spine
that vertebrates into an
indefinite articulation fire

Spryness demand truth
for its supplies of highness
which contrabanter in 
prepositional steerage

Bellow, decks,
tell the whales
to wail one 
more time

In short 
words
there is
no idea

Lengthen, then, and find a didactic
middle hound, baying and baying 
at the night and the day and the very notion
of host ocean of servant-genuine mind