Fair upstaires wrote a booke on men
beeing by fairie mostly the glance and the cruelty of angels
thine hand you maketh a tragic poem from thy female body
and subsequently the dramatic was
putting to death of the gigolo
la mise à mort du gigolo
strong theriacque to menly poison
those adhesive insights thaate killeth
those snakes and lions thaate haveth cutting edges
to bleed out the existence of women
(non à) la mise à mort de la femme
sublimation of monsters in the mother's soul
Those were occupations highest than deep water of time
those were the crafts of the bird, the sound
of a life's whispered state of controlled explosion
some of thaate poem of hers on my raptured
music blood of moving grounds wish to be italian
likely I thinketh on some stranger colors in faire rule
and I readeth eache eye of a dream
Juneth spread maids of a dark feather from myth
necessary to fate
set on a book is eache of mineth pulses.
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