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CESSATIONS

 

 

this behooveth me

 

this fading sorrow

these bleeding feet

this disturbed little earth

 

the docile stalactite of the ordinary

 

*

 

let the heavens intervene

 

thread arterial tapestries

 

grapple, gurgle, begin

 

*

 

and the pronoun fingers my supple basket

 

slow slow

 

the slightest syntax ladies upon this anguish

 

*

 

I’m too astonished

to whir mighty

to be several

to pearl larger

to fall

 

*

 

you exclaim portraits to daily faces

 

enough to take the stirless brain and bell it to life

 

*

 

another throe upon the skies

to peacock mars

to silver space

 

*

 

faith is put up

to estimate

the hectic crowds

of stillness

 

*

 

then she lay there, died a violet shatter, serene and fair

 

*

 

I died for dear sake

I live with polite reasons

in narrow columns

doubted

 

*

 

the english language

is a strange ghost

that slides round the page



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