From the risk of our lives to the rising sun:
There God does
and I'll stand and stroke
& won't be able to support myself,
poor white man.
Dirt and Misery:
points of a crown.
Sweep & sleep
& feel the sorrow
& open the coffins,
in the meadows laugh.
I wept with joy
a couple of liqueurs.
HE doth give his joy to the ill-advised appearance
HE laughing told me of piping songs
HE hears the lamb's innocence once more
I observed sweet thoughts,
sun and fire and full of joy -
The Voice:
"lie down and sleep
or think and discover/write
in a book what had happened,
the confusion & conclusion."
Ha, Ha, He!
Led by the wand'ring light
arise
& escape the eyes.
The eyes.
Merry voice, sweet moans -
the supremeness.
There God does
and I'll stand and stroke
& won't be able to support myself,
poor white man.
Dirt and Misery:
points of a crown.
Sweep & sleep
& feel the sorrow
& open the coffins,
in the meadows laugh.
I wept with joy
a couple of liqueurs.
HE doth give his joy to the ill-advised appearance
HE laughing told me of piping songs
HE hears the lamb's innocence once more
I observed sweet thoughts,
sun and fire and full of joy -
The Voice:
"lie down and sleep
or think and discover/write
in a book what had happened,
the confusion & conclusion."
Ha, Ha, He!
Led by the wand'ring light
arise
& escape the eyes.
The eyes.
Merry voice, sweet moans -
the supremeness.