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

out on the ground
Corsicana
'course it slips
All around lips
The has spun, unwound

In the of His hand
listener,
My giver
My lampstand

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
hundred pound horn
and buck tight
Just as
With my hand tonight.

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

From the hollow of His
listener
My giver
in the Man

In the hollow of hand
Untethered
My bodied stand (My body limp lies down?)

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

it is already
He has . . . .
Hey, shoulder
Hey . . .
in my ear
. . . .
Hey cold

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