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And there was a above you
night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and like
Beached
snails
As you strained and you to see
The retreat of their hairless and cavalry

You froze in your sand
Prayed for your soul
Sky was a bread roll, in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart

And was a silence you took to mean something:
Run,
For alive you evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black a-skulkin'
Has gone
While you're to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind

With your hands in pockets, stubbily running
To I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This talking?
You caught some death when you were sleepwalking

It was a dream, darlin', it's over
The firebreather is the clover
his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless choking on a feather

But I took my (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it
it gently
To the love you've me

While the was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the breeze
And I watched how the was kneading so neatly
Gone
Nearly slowed to a stop in heat
- in a frenzy flush along the muscles beneath

on me: we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are
And you call upon the
Of the musk of a
Shot of ink, until you sink into your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, the rushes
I your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder

And the fire moves away
Fire away, son
Why you say
I was the one?

Scrape knee; it is only skin
Makes the of violins
And when I cut your hair, and the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all

And the

as far as I can see
Knee-deep, along
The weeps; "so long"

I'm humming a song
Until the is over
on!
on!
Hold your horses from the fickle dawn

I have got some business out at the edge of
Candy weighing of my pockets down
I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and knowing how the condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you
a woman, being a woman)

But up the mountainside you're clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for
Picking through pocket linings - well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the
sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang and dangelin'
from all the blooming cherry trees
In nooses, safe from everyone
- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, and done
Be a woman, be a woman!

Though we felt the of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide too far
We afraid, cause we know what you are
And you know that we know you are

atoll
O, indiscreetness and sorrow!
Bawl,
sea-cow, all done up in a bow

Toddle and
Teeth an bit of leather
While yarrow, and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the

Are you
My
anymore?

Stay with me for
That's an real gun
I know life will lay you
As the lightning has lately

Failing this, this,
Follow me, my friend
To see you anointed in pointing your gun there

Lay it down! and slow!
There is nowhere to go, up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk
At the sight of my baby, out
Back on the patio watching the bats night in
- while, elsewhere, of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards unmapped

Last week our picture window a half-word
and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And pant and labour over every

I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare
Then thought I to take her to a higher place
Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat toy with you
And you die, bird, you will have a fine view"

in my hot hand
She slumped her weight
We tramped through the oak
Heartbroke and

The dogs snapping
And you cuffed their
While I climbed the
how I hollered!
Well she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a or two

Then, saw the treetops, her head and up and flew
(while, in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding of clues
still run roughly around
Little of finch-down)

And the we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the are all coming;
We everything
Life is blissful towards death
In a stampede of his green gentleness

You stopped by, I was all
In my doorway, we shucked and
And when you wept, I was
See, I got gone when I got
But I with certainty say we survived

down, and down
And down, and
And down, and
Stoke without
The flames
You endless

Through fire below, and fire above, and fire
Sleeped through the that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been

And when the moves away
moves away, son
And why you say
I was the one?

All my bones they are gone, gone,
Take my bones, I need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to on!
Suck all day on a cherry

Dig a hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in the
Weep upon the spot for the of me!
Till up grow a young cherry tree

Well the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow to rest on your knee
What'll I do a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's to the west

But I'm starving and in my measly old bed!
Then i'll crawl across the salt flats to your sweet head
Come across the desert no shoes on!
I you truly, or I love no-one

Fire away, son
Why you say
I was the last one?
one

Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a
Get going, and I'm to be right behind you
And if the love of a or two, dear,
move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you