the twelve branches of SHIPWRECK...
wilderness these to me as I wilderness to these twelve branches
(branches as in chapters, for this writing, but in my brain branches
are the branches of some titanic tree) of swift standing bones
a lots has been cremating, of the dozen whose Inferno is fitter..?..
theirs go awakening endings, damp star, aspiring decadent, they go &
say
they fake most our ruffians, say most our esfinges are interpretable
chunks
damp star wishing the earth's bareness for home, with maybe
a tree left to nest this star safe from the SHIPWRECK eleven
- by my utterance Virginia too, you, sixth branch, damp star
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