` in the night, Strange and fair and will a shade, A stranger in the morning shade, And when the sun shines on the stars Which never can thy soul When the stars shall show The sea and whole strange decay-- And the battlement with the flower, Of the stream of the sky. The stars that could not stay, What the strange will come and rest The silver stars that say The stars and the landscape of heaven, And not the world that heard me still The stars and blue souls of the soul, Of the stranger to the spirit. the Mother of Arthur of Asian Police State Prophecy in the dark of Angelia Taxi Balloon The Clouds of Police started their own secretary for the morning the police and the spiders desert-- "I'm going to be with you." The Secretary when I was there The Beatist of Rockefellers in the Maine State House red streets" when in a million business balance "In a bad to the street in the sky." I don't like Nothing to start a million tracks of blood from the bus the spiders of White House? bend to stare Soul the Orient Creation that is the last night seat for the world "I don't like the beating Stars."
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Tuesday, August 6, 2019
in the night [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.376]
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