Now chased by the shapes of your vowels
Look at the things she allows
Junction fever must have closed down the rail
The gluttonous wind keeps on nibbling the sail
Queuing in the ruins in the wake of the gale
It's harmony I say
Here the difference between close and near
The way oaths and oafs interfere
Bliss comes first as a jangling flood
The pillow from the old country arrives with a thud
And that night she dreams ceremony and mud
It's happening I say
Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget
Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet
She offered her chaos to me
Proffered herself languidly
The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells
Tinges of Persia, I hope that it sells
Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells
It's heavenly I say
Then one winter morning you walk through the trees
But they cut them all down for the factories
Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys
It's hardly used I think
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