wings O
divine
slowly
feathers manacle
the air beneath
you boundlessly
the earth trembles
beating
a sour hot tattoo
as bustle muscles
to and wither
froing going
men and ladies
mingling like
sweet
like
salty spit like
tongues
even to enter
one tingling
mouths
they yaw
and pitch
i think it grossly
wonderful
and i see marked
amongst the figures
hurriedly to
mix (bile and honey)
the longing stuff
of girls
but
O wings lifted
a pinions to heaven
ever whiter
i yet don't
turning seamlessly
upon the moral
wind
i
fly
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 4:12 PM UTC
wings O
divine
slowly
feathers manacle
the air beneath
you boundlessly
the earth trembles
beating
a sour hot tattoo
as bustle muscles
to and wither
froing going
men and ladies
mingling like
sweet
like
salty spit like
tongues
even to enter
one tingling
mouths
they yaw
and pitch
i think it grossly
wonderful
and i see marked
amongst the figures
hurriedly to
mix (bile and honey)
the longing stuff
of girls
but
O wings lifted
a pinions to heaven
ever whiter
i yet don't
turning seamlessly
upon the moral
wind
i
fly
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