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O’ my sleeping; weeping, thoughts. We’re like army blankets, you and I Observing; nought but sunbeams... Nought... But the lintel iron moonbeams, Under—which no one listens.
As; the sun, sinks teeth into deepest shadow Its, here I’ve kissed her heart of darkness… And looked; in skulls empty eyes roundness. And tasted her lurid lips; hearts deep cello.
Memories are like the motes—cordoned Around some ever increasing scrubland... Where; little or nothing else can be seen… Except the stoical boatman, who goes to glean?
Poetry is my one passion—my one love But, what do’ I forgo’ What infernal fires glow? In this life there—of’ What other things, what of’ “Do I not understanding know?