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The town is
A of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning
Stirring the night's

of vapour hang over the factories
Whose lights and loll like sleepy eyelids
The in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric parts
I feel the snicker.

It was here,
among the litter 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
of the orphan choirs threaten to overwhelm
Speeding through the skeletons of
Pulling their bent

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

But so on fire with
when the storm introduced itself
I put my finger in its