WINE AND GATES
Stones Though, From the Navel Of The Earth
polled to the tip
in the questions of vague needs
let in the terrified heart of a tea's sip
marry the dole, for we are the dread of seeds
seasons of neglect on your sleeve
the walls of unction, for a simple class of wry
these and that, the pout of scurrilous reason
time with an acute shadow for the hatred we know to be, a lie
horizons of virtue, sitting by the clamor
the rose with the dragon of letting ideas become
the smell of suicide for each, the turn of sense into a tumor
your guidance is as good amends, with the poor is some...
prayers to the climbing sunshine, the toes of nearer worth's
in these tarrying woes, the thread of disdain is an omnipresent God
made from the angry bones of vows to the future, the pain in the nearer earths
the wishes of gaiety in the arms of solutions of still meaning odds
risking the glare, of a sincere light, in the west
the told and the tongue of leviathans, to blow a shrill horn
these panicked children, with a stone for each, hunger is blessed
for the count of visitation in the dry eyes of history, war
in the questions of vague needs
let in the terrified heart of a tea's sip
marry the dole, for we are the dread of seeds
seasons of neglect on your sleeve
the walls of unction, for a simple class of wry
these and that, the pout of scurrilous reason
time with an acute shadow for the hatred we know to be, a lie
horizons of virtue, sitting by the clamor
the rose with the dragon of letting ideas become
the smell of suicide for each, the turn of sense into a tumor
your guidance is as good amends, with the poor is some...
prayers to the climbing sunshine, the toes of nearer worth's
in these tarrying woes, the thread of disdain is an omnipresent God
made from the angry bones of vows to the future, the pain in the nearer earths
the wishes of gaiety in the arms of solutions of still meaning odds
risking the glare, of a sincere light, in the west
the told and the tongue of leviathans, to blow a shrill horn
these panicked children, with a stone for each, hunger is blessed
for the count of visitation in the dry eyes of history, war
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Stones Though, From the Navel Of The Earth
Stones Though, From the Navel Of The Earth
