I am thinking about the eagerness of
leaves
How they tremble before a concussive
force
Too tiny to make a lip quiver and
the smile
Is again so easily arrived at
O the emptied
Mind imagines the mercurial number 5
then
Fills with deep plutonic desires yes
it’s true
What you heard I am the last flamboyant snail
Not entirely beautiful or bad I am
the least
Clairvoyant of men all I want is to spread
My ragged raven's wings good heavens!
Is it so much to ask this winter breeze
to give
Lake roses for a change? I on the
other hand
Have this very serene dream nearly every
night
Your thoughts are like an ocean in a
whisper
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