1924
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The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision
Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels
IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me
Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased
Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love
Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven
Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage ‘Once upon a time’
The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…