Voyage northeast the mortar pluck
Retaining each its structural

Whom thought disclosed snowed on
The robe of desire

First according to
Beauty's hazel-eyed

Therefore are we turtles
Tumbling to the middle sphere

Released into a nothingness

Around their respective clovers
Rehearse awhile your song

Architecture comes to soften the shift
On the strength of a slight centrifugality

Winds itself
Enough fingers but no real hands

Stolid as hay
Quick-rising these Vermonts and part Connecticuts

To be and be suspended
This would seem to indemnify the peaks

All contraries even adaptive
Hope's coloratura has smeared and won

Roiling the pumpkin field
And the thousand water lights of Japan

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