Heart..? Open on the divine..! Slopes of death Concert all fragments-gypsy in-one-dying breath. Torment, intoxicating! The dazzling-storm... That labouring anguish blindingly newborn,
When I Neptune wear my Naught less—crown Twisting floridly like a narwhal up and down! My mercury flower a bouquet sea-cucumber Wasp-castanet-stars of pollen, endless in number
If I were a Tree A rowan would I be, Sitting unaided on ancient-wall, Looking-both-wise; which-way, not to fall! Yes; here would I perch... between the two..?
If love was a pocket-watch I'd never wind the dial Because time is a fickle friend That only last awhile If love was a biplane I'd stand upon the wings And plead with heavens gravity
Time sifts through an hour glass Her chains lock the heart; alas Eternity, weeps in hope All lovers tread the tightrope... The cradle of that long, goodbye! Each month one deader July
