noosenice night come
come kindly
and ****** me
of normal
whim and wit night
purple easy
                       night crusted
                                  in casual
                                       Spring
                                       the delicate
                                       stiletto of thee
                                       paled tween rib
                                       and sinew
                                                           The
                                                           quick sliver
                                                           of the moon
                                                           which by affable
                                                           stupid violence
                                                           is a smiling cudgel
                                                                                                That
                                                                                                stumbles brilliantly into
                                                                                                my skin
                                                                                                where the prime magic
                                                                                                of fairies have also
                                                                                                been and split their
                                                                                                thighs
                                                                                                admitting
                                                                                                                      LIFE