When you lower your shoulders
And suddendly refuse
To consent to a description -
For your body is the object
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It can be put on without a mirror.
The boy, wolf or bear cub, has a stab at
being the O-
-point Mum and Dad
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Many blame it on Apollon.
Where air was
now white coils and vortex
dumb show
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GLOCAL POEM
Lady John Donne inherited a string of pearls from HIC SUNT LEONES
As to authenticity jewelers had doubts
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The eye abolishes the residual nothing
And leaves me with you, imagine without time and space
Quite unlike a dream where you know all the ways
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A y, syzygy of the milk, makes the way clear
From an imperfect myrrh to the guardian matron’s teat.
A jade cockade
shuts up the drunk fox aims too high.
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Who could write a poem in summertime,
who’s got a brighter or warmer rhyme
the rays ain’t just burnt?
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Explain to me the reason.But
since I don't like words and
I'm respectful against
your ice I would not break
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These words could be not words.
Not to be words could these words
distract from their task to be
communicative and could be
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Coming out the sands I regained my recess.
The moon in the backstage posed for the final touch
God had just made the desert and saw that
good.
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