Seized from creation by nonentity,
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Again awaken from your being gone to find
And piled up at the base of the columns
Is the moon to grow
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
Centimeters�that the height of the canvas
Away, my songs, must we go
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Again awaken from your being gone to find
And piled up at the base of the columns
Is the moon to grow
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
Centimeters�that the height of the canvas
Away, my songs, must we go
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
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