I AM spring yet to come an audience of one surging transverse orientational dreams burning moths in my mind... Bowels turning ... surgeon lamp yearning ... you aping closure ... come alive in vivisect winds .. and i must see that you sleep again ... tad early
The density of golems in the shadow of the womb head deep sunk in night pad isicles loom sluicing drip fed angels gather still born stars splice my memories treasury a snakes wedding of fading scars dropsical they plummet hot diminishing coals strewn bursting from split summit cascading around my room VARIOUS VISIONS VARIOUS POWER HOUSES 2020 MAM TOR---NINE LADIES --ROWTOR ROCKS - DERWENT Valley
future spires gone to the winds infinitesimal pitter pater Of the great surround Tell of what the murr- ma’s found Returning pearls race against the mound Pulsing radiolaria ...
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