sum or is or body fair?
the dawn which marks with crimson
the light which trills or hair

                                                 ?


loose or hangs by easily does
such clatter and or slop
(legs unmeet; a trollop)
or string that cherries pop


sum or is or *** wit lips?
lush with tearful smaking?


or is it honey that which drips?

FIRST:


i could say i have lived

(i have lived
and i could say)i have


SECOND:

i am myself(i am not myself).

i walk.
i walk and i am not myself.

i walk and the world becomes around me;
becomes neat around me (i walk).

each leaf of me parts. i am myself. i am not myself.



THIRD:

A boy.

A boy is me (i walk).

A boy is me i walk and each leaf of me parts becoming.

Parts becoming and leaves.

each instant less, and more.
each instant less and more.

each instant.



FOURTH:

i walk and by the way do you know me?

do you know me(?) and by the way i am boy.


i walk each breath of me parts the world becomes me around neatly it does part around me each breath and i walk.





FIFTH:

i walk. and do you know me?


i walk (and do you know me?)



i walk.

i met you were small your lips and your body was so it
was so and it
was like i loved it to be
to be so and
i loved it

i you
the body me
it(baby)
feels more
when you(re)

your how mouth
i
wanted it
i want it

i stumble freshly it by
i madly wilt to kiss
its fluxing wondrous shoulder

your implike wafting
the keen dribble your
the heap of
parted sleeping

amongst
when i wander

(a dream becomes me)and baby please don't go

i love you the

iloveyoutheway

you the youthness
the inside tight the
hips your
and a sliver

i want to dash against
my teeth
i want (you)

i want you
please and don't

go baby

the dawn by who many the earth shall feel
in waking uneasily morning
they(the who)

men will go
boys

rising into the fleet darkness

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the body wanted hurts
itf
ee
  l
    s like in the morning stretched

hard to creep

too creep it feels hard
amongst a mile of cotton
and the stubble
of a clefted heaving