Come to brink of words
hear everything fragment:
syllables waltz in content,
concepts squabble, pert birds.
Could be borders of anew -
tongues re-clothing in fire;
thought-shapes snagged on wire;
dew-bleeds black and blue.
Stopped feeling sorry. You.
Hard moves, thus-severing.
Lifelines segmented entire,
the dear matter of recalling -
grammar for self-strung lyre,
bedevilling, appalling.
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Bare Shouldered
Poetry"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
