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Hold hard, these ancient minutes i… Under the lank, fourth folly on G… As the green blooms ride upward, t… Time, in a folly’s rider, like a c… Over the vault of ridings with his…
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the… Vessel of abscesses and exultation… Endure burial under the spelling w… The invoked, shrouding veil at the…
In the beginning was the three—poi… One smile of light across the empt… One bough of bone across the rooti… The substance forked that marrowed… And, burning ciphers on the round…
From love’s first fever to her pla… And the hollow minute of the womb, From the unfolding to the scissore… The time for breast and the green… When no mouth stirred about the ha…
We lying by seasand, watching yell… And the grave sea, mock who deride Who follow the red rivers, hollow Alcove of words out of cicada shad… For in this yellow grave of sand a…
When all my five and country sense… The fingers will forget green thum… How, through the halfmoon’s vegeta… Husk of young stars and handfull z… Love in the frost is pared and win…
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden loc… That lets the trees and water ente…
Was there a time when dancers with… In children’s circuses coul stay t… There was a time they could cry ov… But time has set its maggot on the… Under the arc of the sky they are…
'If my head hurt a hair’s foot Pack back the downed bone. If the… Bump on a spout let the bubbles ju… Sooner drop with the worm of the r… Than bully ill love in the clouted…
I see the boys of summer in their… Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freez… There in their heat the winter flo… Of frozen loves they fetch their g…
If I were tickled by the rub of l… A rooking girl who stole me for he… Broke through her straws, breaking… If the red tickle as the cattle ca… Still set to scratch a laughter fr…
When once the twilight locks no lo… Locked in the long worm of my fing… Nor damned the sea that sped about… The mouth of time sucked, like a s… The milky acid on each hinge,
Shall gods be said to thump the cl… When clouds are cursed by thunder, Be said to weep when weather howls… Shall rainbows be their tunics’ co… When it is rain where are the gods…
Lie still, sleep becalmed, suffere… In the throat, burning and turning… On the silent sea we have heard th… That came from the wound wrapped i… Under the mile off moon we tremble…
When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame… Spoilers and pokers of sleep,