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jolts of |
wireless subways vacuum |
tes- |
everything;all around whom is |
de la Révolution Universelle |
should please him or i wonder what he does) |
omething round(& so |
what over and which under |
not. Again. Hush. God. Please hold. Tight |
s,keep your teeth snowy,stick to beer and lime, |
does not fall into his mind |
perceived sails whose mighty brightness dumbs |
Life naked at primeval hands, to make |
(& falling &) |
did you love me,will you love me |
(floor cats drift) |
in the oblong air,from which a singular ribbon of common sunset |
pillows with her violent hair |
with mouth flower-faint and undiscovered eyes |
(spattered)by this instant of semiluminous nausea A vast wordless |
bub? |
leSs |
and without was if minus and shall be |
who’s myself’s Antimere |
er than est |
of roses and of ivory |
when: |
where beginningly |
deep our most are |
of whose tremendous hair that blossom stands |
ere believing that Stalin is Santa Clause: |
which happily proves that neither of us |
cul |
of my lust like a high troubling |
nothing to dream(come on kid |
reason,why then the artificer |
stout as a bridge |
breathless |
& their hats legs & |
into receptive |
sun are and moon |
it is Spring in the city;the streets beautifully writhe, |
upon what God unto him gave) |
behold nor any breathing creature this? |
So soft and wondering wide. |
faces and a multitude of chins:next door |
will ourselves continue to outgrow |
Holdeth sublimities afar from touch of day, |
The hind with his fire-side dream; |
fair brave tall young |
songs less firm than your body’s whitest song |
worry about the rain |
making fools understand |
twi |
The Lord of Sense, Contempt, that he set free |
body do distinctly live |
—and all about |
some guys claims der never was |
37 |
between the breasts |
(and he drinks and he drinks and he drinks and) |
hours |
He suddenly tasted worms windows and roses |
—by night upon the Riva Schiavoni or in |
sunset, |
off to this dame:he won’t be out of work |
a with undubitably clotted hinderparts in obviously |
poor worlds must merely do,which then are done; |
we thank thee |
for, |
OW |
neatening each crease) |
Is)aRe |
who Talks in the daytime,when who |
(Each a keener secret |
—plunged in eternal now if who’re |
put up her mouth to wholly kiss— |
they’re gravensteins)all |
loved their ladies in the moon) |
of your fragility |
My harp is broken—Hail the day! |
light the droll snowing delirium |
happeningly the unfirm drooping bloated |
when hair falls off and eyes blur And |
love move |
wherelessly spiralling)beyond time’s sky |
Without,warm flood of universal sunshine; |
reclame ni les lumieres |
(whereof the luscious pillars rise |
with giggling hips and frozen eyes |
the air |
nots are their whys |
it is foolingly to smite |
glow |
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and |
eyes are chisels |
this than,a least |
My gorgeous bullet in tickling intuitive flight |
Resigned, if name with ashes were forgot, |
which are altogether too good to miss— |
Subsets and Splits