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sore with the weights, of zest,where columns hang their heads:
o'er the rotunda of a straight gaze
benumbed with the, moxie of a powwow
an architect over a circle, first,
bedeviled by the polish of his french curve
then the edginess in his chisel
and his postured pencil tip -
how a puppy nags a rope away from a post,
as reasonably as a snake with an itch,
sees it limp
and sore
and sinks in his teeth boldly, but casually
like, too, the struggles by a rope bridge:
'twixt the halves of a rung swept down the river,
a bat trying there -
now o'er the traveler waried by the weight in his backpack
where a vulture tightens his path towards meat left at the stake
ready to strut and drop
over a paper package
as one may catch trivial wants beneath rice-hats,
propped by small canes; led by rope -
the columns are beset around a figure
where the gaze is veiled by the droop, the roof:
how a gust ebbs into the huddle
and procures their stance somewhere else
and no one has a conclusion
I offer the shoulders of milk to the
rock of coal in a trough
might I procure this here-n'now to somewhere else
and rest ye in another;
I curtsy in thy court and honor,
that my skirt may drift to the floor,
with the mark of an arc of mushrooms.
I depose the Jolly Giant -
leave thy child Want
and keep with me Ignorance