Yorktown Disciple Poems

(Demon - medieval English folklore)
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Evening, as slow as thy flaccid gases descend,
Covered with gentlest push on the stool so still,
The straining battlement, and coldest chill
Now explosive; I think of bowels that have to bend.
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To spin a tale of fancy, to
wash emptiness so clean,

The mind sharp, but caught
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The spoils of the air, irriguous water,
cleansing the Universal Soul of evil
breath, mercilessly settling on all
plants.
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Lest thee not give grace
before each and every
partaking,
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The glamorous road, so winding
and long, sculpted from the
earth by hands of spiritual
wealth,
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(Symbolic eye - exaggerated painted
eye within a emblem resembling the
figure of a man's bearded face with a
woman's naked body.)
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(The meaning of living together)
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Beauty, behold your lips so gracefully flush with expectation,
Smile, so satisfying, mildly resting on insipid words I can't spell,
Yet, when you put my mind at ease, I fail to yield to your smell,
One thrills, I spend my days searching in sumptuous exasperation.
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O, Poet, strangely perfect, thy thoughts so keenly splayed,
You speak as though the earth was formed by your tailor,
Stitched with hand tools, a compass borrowed from a sailor,
Skillfully rolled, divinely filled with holy water after you prayed.
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