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An opposing force nestles closer
—to the four square of its joint
the nimbus divides at an unfaded seam
and the naughts are shuffled at the table
and rapidly the wheedling gems
appear and disappear from an unsteady table —;
—this superstition —
the oathing —(winter in society) is felt by the hard folk
and they scatter —
and read their palm —the oathing catches up under the nimbus
they part —
eliminate the intoxication of force —and the mincing
suggestions cast by the opposing force weep at solemnity horse on the
platform his thrust —
yet they are freed of the nimbus and opposition
they are like larvae —they are under the glass at first —and they proceed
with exemplary caution over newly paved roads under the spy glass
like Hannibal; and again as the wheels of a traveller
reactions are diverse not being under the nimbus —
being Latinate perhaps —.
This was worth breathing into —translated not bloody —
afternoon under new palms and rivers imagination agitated and warm—;
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yet verbal complications —(bestial desiring) —Jove or his discontent
Zodiacal origins —
Soul mosquito Soul
memory of the oathing —.
It was a shawl on that table that hair piece the rhythm
of the forehead classic moans
interrupted the blink the mellow square
memory and her hireling —;
the same supperless complications
gods who multiply; wench who lifted her eyes —; what passes on the tile’s
belly (the mantle and) —perhaps Allah.
Regard the wheel
dark blue maraudering.
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Not being under the nimbus of earthen of metal
terrace levelled beams crossed; folk who
offer early and late zero numbers
sneeze in late autumn the random
chalk sketch
primi pensieri:
that man coming up the hill
attitudini:
it grows later as he climbs
the multiplicity of early
of late
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landscape’s script and nimbus
natural and mimetic
serene yearning
early and late
Dejection and the Ode.