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- lend forth your hand should we mightily grasp
- upon this another us. part we never but pair,
- should we evermore share then a binding chain (of heaven).
- listen me hear, wide and grope too low a fruitful,
- the tender hand, not seize, but gently cradle
- a quixotic you - my own together, a sought, beloved haven.
- commemorate me this memory not, and climb us both the obelisk
- a terrible cycle disserves our plight, our monsters grow awakening
- and the vortex churns from bottom-most up a horrible, endless hurricane,
- a spectacular sight from the nightmare ruptures all our hopes apart.
- without to kneel, there's no feigning prayer
- and one grown in manhood dares never descend,
- for to wrestle oafs and put horrors at bay
- or a dwelling too long among evils bend
- what affording the touch of loving she my like
- the abominable flesh, not inflicting psyche
- for solace in each would dissolution cost
- though we cannot forget (lest an either is lost).
- then the manner hastily we ascend this still
- and your tremulous, dimming voice, love, hurts
- and reverberates out through the chamber thrill,
- gives rise, then a cascade of tears outbursts.
- their breadth tenfold our bodies' width
- and radiant fear from strength strikes awe
- and we're the inventors, and imprisoned here
- both for transgressions of another's law,
- they wither us cold and throttled the cage.
- vain life, and yet more their pursuit grows vain
- as we near our false picture in the hemisphere
- but fall below trembling.
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- you're seven seventeen high and i six below
- care to share my evenings cup of tea?
- i'll fix my manners, and when you leave,
- gaze out the gates of finity
- you tear me torn! that i can't reach
- a drifting cotton, and still you ask.
- remember how love receives the moon
- then bid me not race its trajectories.
- and help recount what love i stress
- sketch here your reasons, put off the rest
- you take me great in the never no no
- where children's fright and fathers' told
- remains besieging a distant here
- from walks farther back to a fateful year
- when us each single in troubled fuss
- and your beautiful, courtney red and dress
- the blindness feared what deaf ears caught -
- where were your hither and whence you called?
- you tempt me deceitful, loving thing,
- frustrating, but for the love of me care!
- as fragile a glass from force impaired
- but scattered wine's a spill.
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- a pretty high skied picture hangs
- from the drifting bottom of wells
- and somber rooms with empty guests,
- those silhouettes of shattered light
- that interrupt how bleak the corners,
- how low beneath and high we stretch.
- from a shifting seat according high
- to a standard figure thrown nearby,
- such that the dead and their like alike,
- with sharing tombs in frightful night,
- all equal share with forgetting soon
- where lay bare we down under the moon.
- but follow me hither, in the afterdream
- where safe and still rest side by me
- below which brings back yesterday,
- in a broadback valley's image in grey,
- a calm but prospering shadow at noon,
- and introduce ourselves, so it begins.
- to my loveliest a most the terrific you
- that i dedicate better and make anew
- an assembly of words that all can see,
- private hooray and greatest victory,
- to it that i make with justice more
- for what i too lightly asked before.
- proceed the creeping dawn of terror
- and color my picnic a terrible mauve
- then embrace the ascending cloud aloft
- or take refuge, strewth, the incredible
- takes grace in laughing at our escape,
- and while you are the intangible string
- that sets the heavens right and sends,
- and a pretty eyed picture in the sky,
- you haven't taught the world to paint
- but peacefully settled as our manor
- with practicing your palette and brush.
- run by my eyes the colorful array
- and strike me harder, for i'm a world,
- marveling, complete in your glory.
- 3
- here is a three
- in the thirtiless world
- as black when soon at ease
- and dark the blossom green that brought
- these purple eyes to please.
- and nine, the farthest man can't square,
- to powers one and ten,
- that curves the whole in roundabout,
- soon runs end by again.
- then so and so inspiration goes
- for another upper middle low.
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