Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 50

Familiar liar mat (the edge of the mouth marked by the calm color
     they were at the edge) and wilting category) material real 
     that (it has a closing there is a little metal) at loss soft
     of gender dirt. 
Distinction shuns distinction it
ids doesn’t (that as a sizzle (all on the same level but 
     mispronounced) mostly in nets) net posse (candled out of 
     levels between various ears, post-see) up a (pack) quake 
    (soft off it and real)or state, tore or opening rope scene.
But if eye (whenever the eye with all its rubbery stars whenever
     it hisses) I’m manage (and in my own hands) edge to scribble
     loud out(still) as wan (a compass rose with burnt stumps)
stung,  it’ll zing the alive or cloth sand of distant (that they
     way they postured themselves it was mostly (they way they
     postured themselves (the factory was full of bells and
     mannequins) the shrieks soggy (they were in their mental
     edges) behind them)closed the angles out of whack) traction 
Fake moustache that (distant that it at the edge) skips between
    (that they hadn’t (distant slinking) seen it) multiples:
placid ad cake (edgeless) chaotic parts (stars) turn off the
     brain.
A would-be beak id-napper (the bus was clapped (edgless they sat 
    together) and clean) and-tanned brown, holds alloy (off them 
    that they were on the bus) of gimmicks inward trembling 
    mandibles (their hands were (mandibles (they were not on
    that side) are not poles at the same time) the same cloth
    as their mouth)
leak from the jumble of ground (overheard itch, postured in
   silver away from)
silver (as itch) is skipped 
in hairs being wires grey wires (to be them (which way) they were
   (even though they were not sitting together) without posture 
   silver) growl in sipped (a little mouth closed (the way they
   sat together) with a lot of (outside the bus) metal) pain.
It’s not the one where (laying slower down sunshine) sheet jumps
   from (the ears tucked into their pants (from (away from) 
   either side) they were (it meant (the next part) mental) on 
   the bus) the grid.
It’s the one where i’m (they were (the bus they were (as the itch
   (parts of the way the silver was mouthed) separated) in was 
   outside them) on one side) frozen inwards-slum.
This series is (silver by silver) dictated by an ungridded whole
   (without any side (the bus still (the stars all (they (the 
   ones on that side)all turned off (parts specked) into their
   posture) the same direction)outside) they were still