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PK Wakefield Sep 2013
goodbye themoon
into darkness suddenly
the shall whole world will

emitting
but one frail
fist of colour raging

(lifting the hollow chord; its throat
to pierce the wide blackness

and let of it such brightness
'twill drown all shadows into brilliance,

                                                    ­               '


                                                             ­               .





                                           ­                    ,
PK Wakefield Sep 2013
A pen is sometimes
(books)

the pages of which(between)



ink.
PK Wakefield Sep 2013
to open is such a sweet thing, and dear it's so a nice and easy thing to please and unfold maybe the petals of your heat


(where might boys play to eat)
PK Wakefield Sep 2013
that Falls(
which by   )perhaps
unviolently
foallike

                 demurness


creeps               it
(quickly)
up the spine; tickling
by inch by

and dies
berried in the sigh of Autumn wind
PK Wakefield Sep 2013
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                                                           Your dreams will not come true.



























































­


                     .
PK Wakefield Sep 2013
the body you are is beautiful so
(erectly

                rushing)


and stings
'pon my lips a song

furred in girlness
it sings
so

and so
beautifully it

i


by it

burn

to leap freshly
mortal care
and my immortal soul:

                                                 bare
PK Wakefield Sep 2013
the world
(who shall by nothing easily break)
will eat the seed, my body
and of it forest make

where shall girls
in little nothing
wander

                  lithely


(a tiger amongst
                                )
and foals will
burst their mother's womb
and life will breath
from even dark-set tombs
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