WAIT
This is the
way to start a sentence about startling a sentence.
Here is the
tense that has not heart, that tramples beyond its
own infirmity.
O! how exquisite is the loss of all that we have
shared, all
that we might better have hoped only to have lived
for. Pleased,
said I, who cares so little about such things,
who’d
rather be a mast on a plumb of piddle than underlit by
dunks . .
.
At
this point dive into second. Soon I will try to correct a foil
trivial to
all but those who see behind a wet-pressed fin. Or would
this mean
that all was tossed in this here twirl? What am I to do
sayeth the
elderly man. I will goes into these houses that you
have made
for me and will tell you all I slate.
So it crawls
off far into the sky that never answers
Where daylight
falls but knows neither you or ye
Fall
into my arms of twilight
As
I kiss the pit that stomachs not its pith
And in this
return to faithful sentience, gaze but have not
Fear for all
I try will bring to nought this pail of peers.
To say again.
To say it
here/
Only this
can I know,
that where I fly together will you warp that
abode embrace
my flight.
Or
shall it only be that here do swim upon the grace of all
that has o’ercome
this vault of
sceptres.
Steeped in vain revamp
or put upon
at
reason’s heap.
Not
to say or not to
As
with this
gaze upon failed Mystery
or in the
giving go, the living loss
strikes against
these bows
Which only
says to this that will go variously to bay for noisesome
sleep.
Stern
among the frolicsome
pompadors.
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