Sunday, September 14, 2008

Instead

 

Instead of the rain

Let this soon to be

Become the nearly

Thereupon the begin

 

Then will all suns

Cease to heat

The horsemen four

Bequeath their end

Posterity

 

Angels rest beneath

Their aching wings

The hoping of them

Become the anticipation

 

To lie in state

Against the arcs

Of gestalts

And perfection

Instead

Of

this

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