Lantern wish to petri dish
Wash it all away
Not hazard cones
Nor sacred tomes
Will keep the crow away
Phoenix cry unto the sky
The snake has eaten it’s tail

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Ghost Gallery

Upon my breast the child of man
Yesteryear the woes began
Heated milk she does favour
Honey nector hath no labour

Crying spectre, forgotten age
Weary eyes of frozen mage
Rest my head
Rest my heart
Enjoying practise
O' this dark art

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Hasty mind reaps for more
Lines of sen an’ a half
Too few, too few
Pain of dally, putrid sore
Half a moonsbreadth
Too long, too long
Time to end this long since due

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Half goan eight I shan’t be late
A meeting is to be
Not crooked gut, nor mind in rut
Shall keep me from her glee
I’ve a date with my bedmate
The sullen nightfairy
Her dreams the stuff of nepenthe
Upon the wakeful shore
Like Valentine, I do pine
I’d never think to snore

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Beneath the basic bog
A revelation taught
Above, the wreath of lords
In gold it is wrought
When the snake is charmed
The dove hides in the shoe
Yet when it shines of gold brine
The rotten get their due

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Humming groan, o’ humming groan
Blow me thence away from home
Beyond the suburbs wake at night
Beyond the specks that shine not bright
Not with a grunt
Nor with a moan
C’est la vie

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Smell of rot, put in death’s cot
Smell of roses, put in a ring
Put in a river, libel to shiver
Put in a choir, libel to sing
O’ whether it’s gentle
Or whether it’s rough
Love of all things, I can’t get enough

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Heart in violet bloom, bitterswet ardour in full
The fool am I, wanting for this fruit
That wanting may incite thorns from outside itself
Yet those that have no rightful cutting weight
Two candied apples delivered to me
Welcoming me to which I’m wary to partake
A delicate fruit, ripe for the picking
Only by my clean bare hands

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