10 Best Famous Full Stop Poems

Dream Song 85: Op. posth. no. 8

 Flak. An eventful thought came to me,
who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end?
Who's king these nights?
What happened to . . . day? Are ships abroad?
I would like to but may not entertain a friend.
Save me from ghastly frights,

Triune! My wood or word seems to be rotting.
I daresay I'm collapsing. Worms are at hand.
No, all that froze,
I mean the blood. 'O get up & go in'
somewhere once I heard. Nowadays I doze.
It's cold here.

The cold is ultimating. The cold is cold.
I am-”I should be held together by-”
but I am breaking up
and Henry now has come to a full stop-”
vanisht his vision, if there was, & fold
him over himself quietly.