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The is crouching
A field of windmills waits, their stupid turning
the night's bath

Bundles of vapour over the factories
Whose blink and loll like sleepy eyelids
The moth in the lighthouse with its prehistoric parts
I the night snicker.

It was here,
Tangled among the and old Valentines
I found my leaking
A branch a hole
In the that was keeping me
and

All the sleep out

Rolling the hills in a dark warm wave
Voices of the orphan threaten to overwhelm
Speeding the skeletons of trees
their bodies bent

The wind's terrible symphony tore out my by the toes
My ears were and renamed
The balm slid off a bubble of oil and
Died pitifully under the choirmaster's
I was gutted and clinging on like a rag ---

But so on fire with
That when the storm introduced
I put my in its mouth