These words may not escape
the page to tell of human suffer age
the type set down
conformed
now weighs
the anchor of the mind
for days
who knows what falls
what follows
next
in line the sheeps keep ewes
in check
before E the eye
of goddess
rest
before you the Q
only the best
four times the power
of the sun
four times
the grave's recedent
depth
eight days a week
or more
the images drop the
feelings pour
out on to some blank lonely
space some
cloud banked in sky's silk
blue lace
would the words
simply obey
would they scream so loud
toward May
the spring she dips our fields
in green the asphalt falls
beneath the scene
i love this so the path unseen
the fleecing of all thoughts to
clean
i love you long like rivers
run i love you to the set of sun
let us lie together
feel the heat
and kiss so tender
soft so sweet
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