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these golden spheres between life and death
rain on the answer of the bird
the crystals melt a glass rain
the space stayed there forever
and forever was a simple manikin pose
plied with time I stayed
the tea was delicious
how I coil and Spring was observed
her wings were long and red as sunset
faintly they dashed in the breeze
a kind of coat for the wary
the question of the obscene
seen through glasses of fog
tried in private
holding the mirror of unthought thought
bested lovingling
the glove sang with glee
the work of the wings is to fly
undaunted by magnificence of buildings high
planed smooth in the eye
can you imagine what the other guy thought