our glass to
dance The Sheets, you
owe us lovely paper
my mansions cage a bit,
sightseeing Virginia, why
turn ashes habitual when
your servants are swept orange,
Lady Antecedent?
check the unloosed never,
check a pond of casts
darling children's
frames confounded sepulchers,
illicit heroes...
oh, mine will
be touched clockwise,
this good going instead of the fancying
of name that is me,
flint-shaken mirage with her
penny sins every weekend whitened
into coals, trust them but faintly
postponing steel crackers while
I set this to sweat
the old heavenly lucidity heavier
than unworldly foreign arm-slings
perverse animals her symptoms engage
still-burning not fattened
(this bamboo subscription
my world Virginia?)
Virginia rotted with witness,
roses paid her puns
"Spelling-words forgotten,"
quoth the ankle-deep little snake, BUT
I flew into the swarthy sky to twist
evasion into single spoons
may Horror's knees be feet sold into
iron & ever see ahead in the distance
Virginia's swelteringly unmarketable heel!
a sunken-ended summit to those
who once touched her transgressions!
when late Virginia should sob ears,
your land's her last insinuation
wholly insouciant, Virginia, burst with
violets, predicates Virginia
all wronged with debt, what
doubles could harvest you, out of
darkness early and out to admiration,
asleep still-burning?
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