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void the
gallery appears and its
parquet trigonometry
of perspectival art at the new
century what have
you dispensed withal what
not Admiral you
have no sextant mate no
Morse Code untenanted
is not the sky ridiculous this I take
it must be England rare
tenacious shrubbery phantoms of
libraries like the one
at Philadelphia old men
walked there housed in
doorsills by
reflection his way as
much as to go
along the narrow street happenstance
revealed to him presently invaluable
dignity soured
curded churned into
gladness this is
nothing more than exile away from
summering boards Michael the
Archangel sweet-tempered better is to know him come his
equal-tempered sword gilt-lain
with pithy sayings in a tongue
of faëry-fire as it
grammaticality hath and
declensions by the tonne some do say I am no good
Publican masters mine
bethought well no parson
neither wake up
Pompeii faun in Villa
Getty fountains sleep again toast hills
and sea in punch you’ve
been there all winedark is the sea a phenomenon
which I have often noticed Odysseus
sailed over the
world’s edge quite onto the
Pacific the function
of art Secrets of
Magic Craftsmanship to have a
formal venue for mind and
body says the
travelogue writer the diary
keeper O scapular
of might ‘gainst the roadways and cold
necessities barked like
a dog for his supper and no bone well the disculpations shall begin Father guiding
mariners crest and
fall among lookout from
thy crow’s-nest
gather perfect
measure the sailor
is not there swept off by
crashers to sea and gone where is the
ship no tell me again by wire and
wireless I read you
not a tale to
tell again the
doctor’s art in the
Crimea would you
like to know would you
not the most
delicate operation frees him to go you must
needs find the
stitching of the whole hangs
together widows and
gibbets a tableau if
you like picture and golden
myth what a
potherb you can
thrive on that with myrrh and
frankincense and money stood the
mother stark and
staring with a pain past bearing another boy
he says that’s
the boy ladders
knelt so soft in dirt weary of us
bound in tedium decanting
sixteen stars redwinged blackbirds on the thorn whither they
had sung it so melodious even comes
later now Daylight
Savings are in travel not
in the dark we arm
ourselves against it the moon a
pleasant place must be governing
our gatherings not nor we have
not talked this way at long
heuristic themes is Vaughan
that way you ask starry
mechanics of art all we have
achieved have
described all that
good description a task like
all others bears
witness well and
good keeper of
the true rock in candidness I’ve
all the cards in view my gypsy
mistress wardheels all our
fortunes says this card is for a reason next this
city state our country and the world she traces
all sidereality and the planetoids and spheres
and what astronomers do not know as when
internal guidance systems true upon the
realm between Betelgeuse and the lair of Satan seeking north and there is
something to be divined ought to out of all this happy cosmos gladder in
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