Of Monday - Poem by James McLain
just like quickly like switch,
a flash of light shock hyper my body,
it is increased during watch a feather and
remains to him suspended in the middle of this light approach,
with its chief moving upwards, vibrations.
brilliant speck' of l' is so of light of; skeleton
' it lights the drawing of Monday.
the light is so luminous it lights the design of my bones.
the structure of begin the filaments to vary in with,
conscience fixes quotas for growth of my married with you;
was like if Monday aspect of skeleton, upon the structure.
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