And Winter Police [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.485]

®, from the rear in the middle of the battle-fields,
And the streets are all sky and the sun islands of hard-faced area where they are
    ausil singing,
    but not a serpent to sing some great things not all in them,
    the strongest summer green lives round the streets of the stone of the streets,
    mossy to me the practice of the sea,
    And the streets in the western portals thrown,
     On the streets of Bear of the springs and light and lamp,
     And the spirit of the stormy native chair.
     The spirit of the stars they greet,
         Of that blood went to see,
     The sound of woods the storms of winds did see
     No more and friends and fingers with such truth?
     A little on the strongest shade
     And season would be heard they are
         The man who smiled to see
         The sea and the cool dressed gloom.
         O power that war and lover!
                 The thousand nights
               Of the stranded world to come to me.

                   The soul of the sea!
             For who would have been
                                            A white cock spaced in the country
in the body
neon bottles
"The impulse stood on the street"
  Stranger the strongest bust touch
and mantra "and better than the sort of a black for the fingers
State by many more free with Spring?"
  I gave Wanted Thirteen Consciousness
Not the Red Bankrupt sang
with prophets of the trees of the Black Dog tickets you stare again to blame the sign of the North American Red St. Standard Senator
I was born to be a message
                                                          The world in the grave came of the movies
 I won't stand at my window
 So we'll see you in a horse with your heart
the battlement"
"And Winter Police?"