Seer Garth

Blood is churning ever slow,
My impotent moan is growing tall.
Yet, lights and sound are deeply vibrant
In the clear mist of London air;
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Throes in veins of neck and arms
Throw the head in dreadful sweeps,
Yet the legs still steady push
Ignoring crazed and screaming weeps.
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Remind your lady of the beats
That your heart so sweetly skips
When the sky with colour sings
Of the shrouded love she brings.
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I wish of the Morning and dream of its light...

I imagine my spring flesh would be made of clean lines
And with silvery tears spiralling down from the skies
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Slugging down in lead filled boots,
There's nothing left inside but meat.
I thrashed myself to crumbled bits
Of dirty wants, dead nimble dreams.
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