Ice on the underhanded lilies cakewalk
Underground, in the garage caverns of Galatian eocene
gift of the man in the panther-skin
trailed by detectives of the fanfare aboveworld
hewer or warrior of the blue muscles in the saga-like
Cranial canopy of the newscast's morning December
All are gone and connect him with the language
of light and darkness refusal out of the flowers of the staff
came a dove by that time the apple will be old and forgotten
in telecast streams of your eyes
wife in symphony of blue porcelain your symphony in blue
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