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I believe that a young woman	A
Is standing in a circle of lions	B
In the other side of the sky	C
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In a little while I must carry her the flowers	D
Which only fade here and she will not cry	C
If my hands are not very full	E
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Fiery antlers toss within the forests of heaven	A
And ocean s plaintive towns	F
Echo the tread of celestial feet	G
O the beautiful eyes stare down	H
What have we done that we are bless d	I
What have we died that we hasten to God	J
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And all the animals are asleep again	K
In their separate caves	L
Hairy bellies distended with their kill	M
Culture blubbering in and out	N
Like the breath of a stranded fish	O
Crucifixion in wax The test tube messiahs	P
Immaculate fornication under the smoking walls	Q
Of a dead world	R
I dig for my death	S
in this thousand watt dungheap	T
There isn t even enough clean air	U
To die in	V
O blood bearded destroyer	W
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In other times	X
soundless barges float	Y
down the rivers of death	S
In another heart	Z
These crimes may not flower	W
What have we done that we are bless d	I
What have we damned that we are blinded	A2
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Now with my seven holed head open	A
On the air whence comes a fabulous mariner	W
To take his place among the spheres	B2
The air which is God	J
And the mariner who is sheep I fold	C2
Upon myself like a bird over flames Then	K
All my nightbound juices sing Snails	D2
Pop out of unexpected places and the long	E2
light lances of waterbulls plunge	F2
into the green crotch of my native land	G2
Eyes peer out of the seaweed that gently sways	H2
Above the towers and salt gates of a lost world	R
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On the other side of the sky	C
A young woman is standing	I2
In a circle of lions	B
The young woman who is dream	J2
And the lions which are death	S

Kenneth Patchen

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