Rackman and victim twist: sounds all these weeks Of seconds and hours and days not once are dumb, And has your footfall really not come Still? O interminable strength that leaks All day away alert... I am who seeks As tautly now, whom the vague creakings strum Jangled this instant, as when the monstrous hum Your note began!—since when old silence spéaks. Deep down this building do I sometimes hear Below the sighs and flex of the travelling world Pyromaniacal whispers?... Not to be They say would do us good . . easy... the mere Lick and a promise of a sweet flame curled Fast on its wooden love: silence our plea. Submitted by Holt
Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 21 Mar 2010 10:59 AM | Viewed: 1924 times
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