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Date Posted: 22:08:17 01/28/04 Wed
Author: AGS
Author Host/IP: ACAFA033.ipt.aol.com / 172.175.160.51
Subject: Judgement Chord

Judgment Chord I, thought
as she, leaned slightly
o'er, a gleamed Harp,

a blackened gown
etch in -

that melody,
so sought

And twined fingers
they bought:

my eerie soul

With long necked, gales
that ran through
the chill of wails;

Like solitary, iceberg
floating -

a serene and vacant sea:

a moonlights, dream

so cast like;

coins of silver
to a wishing well
laid sideways

Judgment Chord,
a floated tune
that shall arise

subtly slowly
the paragons

Like long waxed hall
with the janitor way down the back end
(asleep in the corner)

his buffer,
amazingly humming
and he strung out so asleep

It does nudge, the soles
against his feet

and emptied,
bottle of gin in his hand

As long corridors, of the twisted
picture frames all
in a:

glare and eyes,

from vibrations they to roll

Everywhere;
the pigeons, in flight
seek the bell with the arrow,
in drizzle, midnight:

Oh sing to me Judgment Chord
so finely bewail;
talk,
as the slide of the snail

She walks, you know
that slitherous alley

tosses her own coins
to this and that valley
that
shall only

listen to her;
though she hunchbacked,
a house there racked

like fanned, playing cards
around that old

wooden creaked table:

The gamblers in hats
wage high bets
set still

with revolvers all line
as open window sill;

and no one talks back;

to the rack

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