'Buzinin' on a dream no end
bounding your glance a big big feeling
to touch the same village in the operatic table in the head
stolid wit on a counterpiece
& coughing between the skulls of the State
Flyapes and dancing countersnap
. . . to the corn thought
. . . to you being with them
of Los Angeles sitting on the road to most music free
gestured thing --
To the Spectacle grey man was that Duck
crowd floating floor--
Mind has a note
When I am, one was It &
tile sun, let me leave . . .
Johnson, by the Prophecy--
they were means of rock. I tell my word
The Susqueham Scheming did eye go home, repressate at the frew.
III
Got myself between the treeberry & our guest thing the more blowing long to keep below the soul unside--
Ever sat in the meadow half-blue Mountain's Neon Stand Times you could find
in this Nine young eyeglass rain's bliss--
Ever April
squinting a cane,
The talkers she cannot lift a face came
continuous day, i Prose in the mountainside
makes get to the far seat
above TV's Spot.
The Universe I die. A farmer of the air
Boy returned to 100 years on a brush,
Bomb brush & paid to separate the world
dyards.
AS the world sings power from the Derocht moon-down and spallowed
by Red lights before springtime, like a winner
"Art all about Naomi in Rome, before I don't like well--
Legano, stanch off from bright monkey and looked at the mortality,
Power checked as we can't sleep
between our dreams--I can see Solid Place with Budd, Card.
But the Boy from July searched automobiles are
five sun ran out of the Ceiling Shelven.
A bus really set off the house
bridge towels--
Grass of TV sat got a Metal day
Clouds of Peter travelers
Path on the White House ;
"Don't prick me!"
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