Site desolate
Stones desolate
Desolate stones
The site now deserves
...
Sweet the Blue Flower
And mystery be noble
And noble therefore sacred
But sweeter be the wild, the raw.
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Blurred, blurred, blurred images
Lines
Motions
Winged giant birds with beaks of teeth
...
The giant wing fly at night
Because though giant they be discreet
And love the noble
And therefore love the sacred
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Mystery be relative
But mystery be beautiful as it be wild
Dresses
Only dresses
...
And
Ah! we be in the cemetery
And
In the places where graves creak
...
Ramparts
Built by sundry ghosts
By just ordering with their eyes
Dust that hisses
...
Here knowledge of Wisdom starts
Not with scientific Principles
But the experience of the blood
Throbbing blood.
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And there be wildest of dreams
Of sub-conscious vast realms
Immense
Immense dust that was lust
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