...misapplies
itself to girlish apples, corroded nipples, belly for-
fallen, --laden down. Entrail-travails is to no avail.
Dust upon Dust become Done exquis.
Building upon and upon
a sweet piper gladness
as Keats would have wanted it
this way
bubbly love-bub all over
Self-eroding
whiteness
and rosy glow
consumptive
throb
The Erosive Labor wearing in, itself archt outward, knowing not th hour. As bowl inhollowd mouths th meals harsh hallow, how th pestle & its mutual wear each other mortarly, th stone selfcrafting glad. Erosive Image casting down thy proud substantiv to its earthing, earth-bread symbold, harvest to a hallow flesh, as flays th eared field fallow. Paged from meanings fold, & townd & villaged outward strayn in listing pathless, oakenly where aching in it labor / The Evasive Label listless pathing always matters compact, int' & out of impress, sounding spark a pure sung node, th sure interstice joying. Be there grace to search or furthest sight infirmary across we fields of reference th fallen footing turns. And turneth recurse yet curseless th'erosive labor, hope & language only, now its instrument & breaking. Open then.
Thou'rt the end then, opened so?
And virulently?
And verily.
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