Her castle walls are falling:
one day each brick shall call
...
Fissures fall as a deluge
straight from a pitch-black sky;
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Nobody traced a sonnet with any other view
than the intense one you cast on one you pitied and then slew -
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Colouring glass,
green light's unmoving
that the green light might pass.
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Formlessness is emptiness
for words are made of matter:
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Stunned to wakefulness
as if contracting too fast,
...