Mal given birth
Talk Time epidural
Who sings the empyrean
Empire And our way streets
Our bloods snowing so solemn
What We ringing hollow for two
Who heckle the source of the Cours Mirabeau
And blur the destiny advanced by the Tarot of Marseilles
See, my brother etymology etymon
My flesh My flesh
fountain
the gates of Aix en rain
We drank from the same vine dried
death in the soul of Rimbaud
Followed the trail of the In other words John
ossuaries in
ballad poems embroidered shrouds for the resurrection
My man-child at apache plume
I pipe the dice and replays chance
Our endless meetings at the denouement of the stars
deprivation beings in time and place desired
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