a mad horde of ailerons comes cruising through the sky

A MAD HORDE OF AILERONS COMES CRUISING THROUGH THE SKY

Most likely I've just snuck up on a new unambiguous
via a hacked foliage path in Vietnam.
Dank was the sky shone by setting sun
above this hacked foliage path in Vietnam,
and dank was the air hanging by my fellows, too,
by this hacked foliage path in Vietnam.

I chipped it out of the granite, an artery of ambiguitite, unknowable mineral, reverberating
. Plastic f wafers
ailerons are built of it
I've just snucked up on it!

Here's something to keep the people preoccupied and the ailerons crowded,
     the detergent resurgent and the cotton bleached,
     the goat floated and the throat battened,
     the placemat glossily sheened and the remote broken,
          a harem of ambiguities!