I have a cemetery of emotions
I feel it as the waters of
a well
going up me
waters that want to
emerge
and sparkle in the
dark moonlight
and leap from crag to
crag:
Running I saw souls
Even in the face of
Rising dawn:
White was its face
But somewhat ruddy orange
round the fringes
along the fringes
And it throbbed for emotions
to throb be propense.
There was emotion
That was emotion.
running
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