Ebbs not Beauty
With the tide.
Starfish, shellfish
Cling; confide.
As light points from
Sky's rock-hold.
Draining of eve's
Viscid gold.
What rubbing, is rubbed
Clearer for
A gaze, dying's
More and more.
In thickness of
God's membranes
All the heavens;
Angel-panes.
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