said the son, for worth of a father’s earn; or asked: dove be my own, and wings my shelter... to croack the raven's creed! i am to: sheer the sheep! cry: and allow the sacrifice to "scold".*

i, travelesome
one mind be catching
the shadow:
               thus marking
a noon -
        thus i have lost:
america, and become
Europe -
                     a ****
          the night born
a deft scoop,
                       by river pardon:
i have but a halo
to cradle -
    a noose -
             and a finger awaiting ring...
song and worthy disgust...
what is best
excused with Perseus...
               i am but folk
by comparison...
              in what exalts
          a lack excuse...
           one might mind a mure:
              if one be of god: born.