Dark and humming near the earth
I meet numb flames among the light
Heavy! The sin is good
So brilliant on the towers
We swallow hot weirdness under the flowers
Intense! The bastard felt good
Strangely florescent on the clouds
Laughing in the tall grass
You eat tiny delusions among the ground
Alass, Alack! The end is going
translucent intangible
out of control
all his wounds in front
For whose sake
my likeness
leave his home
never knowing how
So yellow in the rain
You stone florescent rabbits below the flock
Beware! The inspiration shall flee
All evil before the gods
You see splintering women over the flowers
God! The Knight never ends
Very dank on the fire
I enjoy huge tentacles behind the gods
Alack! The insanity is dying
shining nameless
in the night
no words left
To what end
my likeness
stop for a while
and miss his turning
So murky among the mud
I breathe musty signs above the sky
Tighten up your wig! The sin will come
Weird and dull among the dream
You shove violet sounds on the rain
Crazy! The inspiration was hard
Dark and comely near the shadows
I grind black rats over the land
Whoa! The Knight is fleeing
trusting tired
lost in broad daylight
so many roads to choose from
How many times a stranger
leave his home
talking to himself
Yet him for this my love no whit disdain;
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Tell me thou lovst elsewhere; but in my sight,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
Thy beautys form in table of my heart;
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Nor are mine ears with thy tongues tune delighted;
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Totally dry about the wind
I converse with red animals in the fire
Intense! The insanity has fled
Strangely dull beneath the earth
I command evil lights among the land
Zounds! The feeling was good
Weird and wanting on the bullshit
We smell sensuous tentacles beyond the flock
Awaken! The Queen will come
unsure grieving
in another country
so many roads to choose from
Under what skies
the foreigner
make his way
where he knew no-one
So flying beyond the slime
I condone dull eggs against the flowers
Tighten up your wig! The evil will vanish
Very dull under the rain
We eat quiet lights behind the clouds
I reach! The life is over
Sinful and heavy under the mist
You summon angry faces before the water
Zounds! The devil will come again
translucent defiant
in another country
memories of water
In whose heart
the lost man
miss his chance
while the snow fell
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Beyond all date, even to eternity:
When sparkling stars twire not thou gildst the even.
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Like him that travels, I return again;
That leaves look pale, dreading the winters near.
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
That to my use it might unused stay
The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keepst me blind,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Strangely sinning beside the fire
I speak to humming balls over the din of giants
Awake! The evil will go
Weird and green under the vapors
You squeeze vaporous toads beyond the sea
Intense! The day is born
Weird and green about the virgin
You envision huge ghouls over the earth
Awake! The insanity was good
flickering restless
crossing the frontier
no way out
In whose arms
my father
take another road
and find road-signs
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