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my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
i am the wind that wavers
why then, must we see?
no prey am i of poor thoughts
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
do i like it
i wonder where you live
before the solemn bronze saint
what was it the engines said
perhaps
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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