Ignoramus

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Ignoramus

Shut it up

Sing silence

To destiny

Give

half-a-crown

To a magician

Half a glance

To window-eclipse

And count the glumes

Of your dayвАЩs bargaining

Lying

In the lining

Of your pocket

While compromising

Between the perpendicular and horizontal

Some other tramp

Leans against

The night-nursery of trams

Puffs of black night

Quiver the neck

Of the Clown of Fortune

Dribble out of his trouser-ends

In dust-to-dust

Till

cock-kingdom-come-crow

You can hear the heart-beating

Accoupling

of the masculine and feminine

Universal principles

Mating

And the martyrdom of morning

Caged with the love of houseflies

The avidity of youth

And incommensuration.

Day-spring

Bursting on repetition

вАЬMy friend the Sun

You have probably met beforeвАЭ

Or breakfasting on rain

You hurry

To interpolate

The over-growth

Of vegetation

With a walking stick

Or smear a friend

With a greasy residuum

From boiling your soul down

You can walk to Empyrean to-gether

Under the same

Oil-silk umbrella

вАЬI must have you

Count stars for me

Out of their numeral excess

Please keep the brightest

For the lastвАЭ