Again leaving is telling me
Thunder as melodeon
Quiver of veins and bones
While I come to Thy meeting embarrassedly hide
Life's broken toy
Buried in human darkness
Alas you know my pains
Tears in blood percolated
As black pressed grapes
Ah what can clenched extremities say?
Between East and West
When North and South winds by thy wish
You knew and now so
Shelter a playful child
Guiltless till his end exhausted
Vexatious body by instincts
And I know my sin by name
And by grandeur of pain
They call it Love dreamt reality
Hardly uttered clumpy pain
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