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Time-struck in the Intervals of Space the Atom-Lover makes his way;
More weary in a weightless sense Than Atlas, overspent and out of reach -
         Soft feet upon a fallen leaf. 

I SIT ASTRIDE THE SUN AND SPEAK WITH GOD:
He burns then spreads my flesh to show Blood’s wisdom
MEANING IS IN THE MAKING
We take our passage through the ceiling of books' doors. We fly through woods, green lanes, loaded hedges, fields, dust and our wings cloud the rain. We stop and hide to see Death watch my coffin burn. The laughing wood explores my Flesh. I touch the eyes of love. A smile.
CONCLUSIONS CONCLUDED THE FEELING FOLLOWS ME
Beside my eyes I see your dreams have walked away, sweet tears. My ears eat air. I read my distance in the clouds, old winds, Blue skies, turn to trees so quiet,
Soft feet upon a fallen leaf. 
LOOK - STAND - BE OFF
He weeps the songs of rivers burning. I wait for breath to celebrate the page. Our joy in alleys dark and beautiful. Dangerous as speech.
SPARE ME
Voices from within my straining thighs inspire the moaning little things to answer me....... This building's girders dream................ 
His agents trap the falling words 
And stop.

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