

onea city street of twisting grey a town to which we dream and pray the songs we long to say and teach to children bosomed of the peach these songs describe the shifting sounds the town repeats the night around lapping water and the hum collectively by soul and drum and sad machine working alone till morning glow when we go home.one


twoand yet i'd love to speak to you in the way old poets spoke in fresher climes subtlety in thought and tone i could never reach.two
green mornings may surround us wiry air, electric feel with magnetic temperature and steel trees cold white lips and dark eyes
speak sage truths in metaphorical tangles
the apple only really knows the tree and rock from the bosom of the earth can only really return there.
my lanai

OdeSea green and whatOde
hazel brings To ring the trees and Sing the weather Nature for the great devour Sing the power Sing the Savor! Night and swimming day and thusly Day and sullen glittering night. (A fight for glory-hour) (Please) Sing the dance!
(The cosmic dance! these nine and seven and the ones who fade)
Sing the morn, and sing about, and for the Hopeless change it brings. To separate what's gone to chaos Think of what the world has br
--
wie geht es dir?
Sind Sie gut?
Oh so much for German.
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