scream of deliriumbest read in lust love inks as nascent time
a form so vandalised perhaps or bent
so double with a stick of rock to chime
the quarter pie in apple sky so full
shot down in flames the dream that you crave me
today and went tomorrow with intent
and forethought malice is the town you see
before you go first do no harm and pull
my leg hurts at the knee that bent to you
it was a gesture seen before you meant
to ask for dandelion and burdock stew
is rarely found wound in such balls of wool
with which we wind around our brilliant heights
where we alone can put the world to rights
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