CESSATIONS

this behooveth me

this fading sorrow

these bleeding feet

this disturbed little earth

the docile stalactite of the ordinary

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let the heavens intervene

thread arterial tapestries

grapple, gurgle, begin

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and the pronoun fingers my supple basket

slow slow

the slightest syntax ladies upon this anguish

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I’m too astonished

to whir mighty

to be several

to pearl larger

to fall

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you exclaim portraits to daily faces

enough to take the stirless brain and bell it to life

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another throe upon the skies

to peacock mars

to silver space

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faith is put up

to estimate

the hectic crowds

of stillness

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

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I died for dear sake

I live with polite reasons

in narrow columns

doubted

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the english language

is a strange ghost

that slides round the page