lubber line proximity (Prince of Memphis, Part II)

where the professors are tying knots in agriculture bluejeans on soft curves
like fickle grasshoppers shot on stones of ivorysmith hope-filled dockwrecks
casting about, on total and complete communication cited commercial tales,
here, remarked on pages on abattoir doorlocks of holders, dose-riddled flags
foreign occupations egress within tin-bronze whispers know-page running,
ripped apart fort lubber line friendship of equals – for infodemic tossed,
never deserted, blinded, the patronage of forestry dwellers, today Memphis
beaches of children tired from the drive to robbery skies of God’s signature