Yours Is The Music For No Instrument

yours is the music for no instrument
yours the preposterous colour unbeheld

-mine the unbought contemptuous intent
till this our felsh merely shall be excelled
by speaking flower
(if I have made songs

it does not greatly matter to the sun,
nor will rain care
cautiously who prolongs
unserious twilight)Shadows have begun

the hair's worm huge,ecstatic,rathe….

yours are the poems i do not write.

In this at least we have got a bulge on death,
silence,and the keenly musical light

of sudden nothing….la bocca mia “he
kissed wholly trembling”

or so thought the lady.

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