One is straight away struck by the paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poesis born in the crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation...

Facial gracilation

Long bumpy journeys, windows let down and bruised in the local coloration of tongues in panelled relief and sequenced stress of scum-wrench formulae, dust and sun in the eye-squint search of a day of contour, hunger, thirst, tabulation, loss through the facial gracilation of a patterned stain let jarred on trashy sweat-laced breezes scudding athwart the Lesser Sundas

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