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

Bundles of vapour over the factories
Whose lights blink and like sleepy eyelids
The moth in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric
I feel the snicker.

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

All the fell out

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

The wind's terrible symphony tore out my longing by the
My ears emptied and renamed
The slid off like a bubble of oil and
pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
I was and clinging on like a dish rag ---

But so on fire believing
That when the storm itself
I put my in its mouth