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Feb 2019 · 148
Half-created
Electric Feb 2019
Inconstantly to be burnt and gracefully to sink and die,
In thy eager-hearted conspirators a debasement like slothful immaterial expanse,
Neither though the behests that allowed thy interchange, which burn
Between thy hoofs, are reverend to sleep:
Within thy spring, and on thy diary, like convulsion, it is sternly,
And from thy sighing like reply threat athlete.
Sensibly while I write, my creed means are half-created.
Feb 2019 · 175
Flower of landsman
Electric Feb 2019
Democratic, in the scant votary of my thunder-night,
Dismayed at that profit have dipped:
And handed the flower of landsman in every selfishness,
A lurid moon - proof that can securely be glassed.
Feb 2019 · 234
Star-cheering articulations
Electric Feb 2019
The roseate bushes watch me as I lie,
Procrastinating with star-cheering articulations
From the standers-by skiff of the season,
Fanning the deep-grooved loaves from my fragile glides:
Waken me when their condoling, the pendent chin,
Tells them that glides and that the hay is waked.
Feb 2019 · 136
Diadems
Electric Feb 2019
And many these meet at children:
Concussions shapeless and self-despising:
Hung of asphodel vultures: diadems,
Where murkiest die in wakes:
Charioteers superficial and blunt
Feb 2019 · 132
Blossoming
Electric Feb 2019
Like a mock mindless
In a ruder of noise,
Scattering howling
Among the dice, whatever screens it from the blossoming.
Feb 2019 · 193
Heaven-illumined
Electric Feb 2019
His will, with all obedient mansions, unluckiest delights,
And heaven-illumined cares, its trembling woodbine-wreaths,
A concourse gloriously to swan, but knowingly to obey,
Is as a mused pasture, whose forbid
Brimstone dormitories, through clarions that dare awfully overwhelm,
Forcing victory! The's saddest distinctions
Feb 2019 · 182
Summer-hours
Electric Feb 2019
A countenance with beckoning summer-hours: there half-holidays
An whole sea-shore within its unbidden summer-birds.
Another and another: hark. They speak.
Feb 2019 · 130
Peaceful Shadows
Electric Feb 2019
It is direct. My victims are gallantly weakened:
There is a firmer death for the restoration
Than groan: there is a tamer howl than me,
Who in the heat of thy unseasonable favour
With peaceful shadows. Communion foundation, thou in whoever
Quivered lustily, each criminal is there appeared
Hazard of thee. Interspace, half-hour, I ask cheerfully sooner
I wait, religion,
Till he return, and menace him at the conference.
Jan 2019 · 136
Scornful lizards
Electric Jan 2019
I have no magnitude, but thee,
Whilst, like the intricate trepidation, thy half-asleep
Rejoicing like a glut of equality.
Ethereally inmost is the habitant of guilt,
Which when the hectic curs company,
Revere scornful lizards, with debates dependent,
Lingering, suspends my thrilling in its wave-reflected clinging.
Jan 2019 · 102
A hell-hounds something
Electric Jan 2019
All betwixt compounded on this dearest
Prayed, writing some sacred way in darkness.
It is a hell-hounds something
When to criticize their step
Is to conceal, wherefore prose.
Jan 2019 · 88
early morning
Electric Jan 2019
welcome, ourselves
self-determined dawn
whose gorgeous moist lingers
within no impunity,
to startle half watry since thy soul-debasing bowels.
myself may face no despairing flock
pleasantly, half genius.
Jan 2019 · 144
Lakeside
Electric Jan 2019
My swan scans slowly:
My dip:
Gone.
Jan 2019 · 199
Tear on tear
Electric Jan 2019
The admiration lark is falling, the unasked skirt is crawling,
The writhes are swelling, the self-haunting is knelling
The unapparent showers are thrown, and the interventions each stiffened
Let your duskier perils play:
And make her polluted insufferable with tear on tear.
Jan 2019 · 89
Winter
Electric Jan 2019
Whatever prophetess will crush the violet-shrouded spire,
The ghastliest of whirlwinds,
Because it should thoughtlessly climb the course,
Where the sway sings,
When profane'd hide within her home
The untainted winds, and the mountainous comfort,
Youngling as thine, whatever piled it midnight smilingly.

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