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Date Posted: 15:08:06 06/08/04 Tue
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: AC93282F.ipt.aol.com / 172.147.40.47
Subject: Primrose

The rim
the lining

and
the groove,
of so hung a bell

she, to sway lightly
in the light
rain

wind,
briskly play
also, cold snow

Ever to know, faint thoughts
in the hollow
of her hand

where tongues like ladle
strung not
but does

sway,
in her
every move

The seas wind
does lace,
outer shores

where small crescent laps
always fight
the haze

drapes
there, too ring bells
founded
on thin waves

a caste so very well molded
and all,
like the untouched

metal,
so easily to rise
fill entirely
a sunrise,

they lift
as seen glances
to lean the sides

of soul,
beg, to be imprisoned
there
with no care
so like the fainted,
primrose

Lay so flat
an acrobat
with tendons,

to stretch knees in wobble
as if others had just
arrived
drooped, tea red; tender eyes
to cling the outer questions
sifted, along, daunted
blue sunrise

and search always
for the merry soul
the classic mind

its silver struts seated,
so dim, so placid

where lowest bloods flow
decide,
those
cries

And piercing
of so fine a needed question
like fine hooks,
in the eyes

as a thin thread of needle,
she shall walk and
talk to you
mentions some divine secret
some star let loose,

here execution near
and the skies more than
black; said
the fine tear

of so thin a flaky crust
where the dainty edge
of my soul lay
so fortified

Brass riveted
some,
sloppy black thread
and wobbly eyes

that must march,
still,
untouched;

the waiting

for the file�s brush
and near rivets
quaking crests

and steel length
so outstretched tongue
of bell sung
in mist,

so tender wooing
to know

that beat of breasts
to lay the strong
and more clanging,
to arise the ear

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