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Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love
Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels
We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…
Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed
Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage
IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...
The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises
The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…