| I could not shift the shadow
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| Or form sugar for your halos
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| Channelled table-taps from ghost gods
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| Prowled and slept in steep ships
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| Mixed mythology with pathology
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| Tossed a coin and hymned the groves
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| Then did you scent the wind drop
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| And count the codes of seeds?
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| And did you call the night «bright»
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| And drink the sex of stars?
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| Or might you cartoon 'Ιοδας Judas
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| And cast in flower rooms?
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| Your breath flickered next to my breath
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| Humming noise and rhyming sweet songs
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| That your mouth had heaped up like rivers
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| And buried deeper in your hearts
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| Unzipped Æeons and cradled antlers
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| Opened your face and gave your grave
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| Opened True Moon opened thousand
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| Nights and paths under mountain flames
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| Spelled the gardens as the cock crowed
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| And spoke slowly as the laughter rose
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| In dragonflies and PussyWillows
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| Dreamt your lips like Kings and Queens
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| So open up your mouth
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| And in your invisible church
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| Under sun whilst cats purr
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| Gorgeous dreams under dark nights
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| And tender rhymes under SwallowFlight
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| And lovely BirdSong sings
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| What is the cost of sand in Anarch?
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| What is the cost of blood as mist?
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| What is the cost of the child in your heart
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| With his castleface?
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| Who is the coat Teller wore?
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| And Tell me your great Name
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| In torrents of birds
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| Kiss me your real Name
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| And wait for the sun to bring you open
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| And bare your naked church
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| Into my mouth |