We are old, Old as song. excerpt from Sons of Belial
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Centuries shall not deflect nor many suns absorb your stream, flowing immune and cold between the banks of snow. excerpt from Mother
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Now you gleam softly triumphant Folding immensities of light. excerpt from Mother
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And the faint decayed patchouli - Fragrance of New Orleans Like a dead tube rose Upheld in the warm air Miraculously whole. excerpt from Potpourri
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I shall know you, secrets by the litter you have left and by your bloody foot-prints. excerpt from Secrets
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Silence builds her wall about a dream impaled. excerpt from After Storm
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Heave up, river... Vomit back into the darkness your spawn of light. excerpt from East River
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Austerely greeting the sun With one chilly finger of stone... I know your secrets. excerpt from Skyscrapers
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Female and male, Complete, indivisible one, Fused into light. excerpt from Electricity
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Aren't there bigger things to talk about Than a window in Greenwich Village And hyacinths sprouting Like little puce poems out of a sick soul? excerpt from Scandal
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This midnight the moon, Playing virgin after all her encounters, Will break another date with you. excerpt from The Stone
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