The lost hilly traveller unwinds into bedazzling fields,
Woven inside wept wolves and cat mien,
And the sodden sides of a green mind
Fellow fawns with watery beer studded
Drunk hostesses—
Here, under stars, a mortal wolf
Show-reels steeds where blue dodderers
Claim candy crowns from
Dizzy wives whose yelping
Shoots the scars of bound
Bully bums…
We may well marvel at renascence art and we shall
Interline garlands with lineaments of skulls
And we may well unravel for heeled
Evil dells in muted midnight wards,
But, o, as gritted cuts drape dram-loaded dolls
Then a mighty knighted trainyard
Lays blue waste to Peace?
Underneath focal gardens, balls
Dance, dance
Forever- and steely swarming diamonds
Suffer suns as starry signs
Stop flown flowers…
uh…amen
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