i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…

when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange)           against silence,or darkn…

Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you

will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…

into the smiting sky tense with blend ing

and what were roses.  Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight             but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…

writhe and gape of tortured    perspective    rasp and graze of splintered normality