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Riding you
Up the
Skip alive, walking man
As big as your
Who gave you a heart
Such a heart as

Spread out on the
Corsicana
it never slips
All around lips
The spool has spun,

In the hollow of His
listener,
My giver
My bodied

Oh I must be off, off your
I set my teeth in a of hand
got a chalk-man's chance
To bet him
To his clock

Be a to me
Quiet, a feather
Seven hundred horn
and rein tight
as dangerous
With my hand tonight.

a clang of iron
all out, all such animals do sound
The belle found
him and cut him down

From the hollow of His
Delicate
My giver
in the Man

In the of Your hand
Untethered
My bodied lamp-light stand (My body limp down?)

I up
the looking
I up
the . . .
. . . .

it is near
He has . . . .
Hey, shoulder
Hey . . .
in my ear
. . . .
Hey shoulder

above the praises of the people
High above the of the people
light!
light!
here!
here!