Earth: O divider, many of breaths
under foot that Springs to leap
where petals spilt in colors sleep
comes of life, and plumbless depths
Heart: O multiplier, many of press
crimson short who soon abeys
in summer's flesh you're wont to play
yet capped in bone of finite chest
So split thy fold of hindered letter
with poppies golden, let and mix
no point distinguished, no standard fixed
no chain of words, no useless fetter
For nothing wonders a lidded eye
of constant night by single sigh
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Earth: O divider, many of breaths
under foot that Springs to leap
where petals spilt in colors sleep
comes of life, and plumbless depths
Heart: O multiplier, many of press
crimson short who soon abeys
in summer's flesh you're wont to play
yet capped in bone of finite chest
So split thy fold of hindered letter
with poppies golden, let and mix
no point distinguished, no standard fixed
no chain of words, no useless fetter
For nothing wonders a lidded eye
of constant night by single sigh
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