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Tired

Subterrene laughter synchronous

With silence from the sacred wood

And bubbling of the uninspired

Mephitic river.

Misunderstood

The accents of the now retired

Profession of the calamus.

Tortured.

When the bridegroom smoothed his hair

There was blood upon the bed.

Morning was already late.

Children singing in the orchard

(Io Hymen, Hymenæe)

Succuba eviscerate.

Tortuous.

By arrangement with Perseus

The fooled resentment of the dragon

Sailing before the wind at dawn.

Golden apocalypse. Indignant

At the cheap extinction of his taking-off.

Now lies he there

Tip to tip washed beneath Charles’ Wagon.