Strings (the 1960s,
for Jimi Hendrix) Kneadling demons mould examples Of expressed devotions all arisen. A circling duo, dark winged in dreaming . . . Of how it was if only that glue didn't slick so. And I was prone to success this wouldn't be happening If it failed now and then, occasional faux pas forgotten. The sea sounds exactly the same. Irritating harbinger concerning facts Sewn into an agony cape acutely exhumed: Exposing detailed filigree of an age now passed In bas relief, new born – Flying like an eagle, stinging like a butterfly. |
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