fig.8.32) mine is Columbia, she is become eclipsed It is beautiful and blindly so, This is what we all do, Even the them's and the they's, They too are tortured by their days in not so many or very different ways, As if from one long bride of eyes, It's this world's pain with no one else to know, Ancient lung's are filled to full from graceless air of old, Making matters worse, This word's bird, it bursts with the fortune of muscle from the weight of her own stare, Bury myself, arms wide in the surf, Below her and heavy with foam, Radiant courtesy first, Growing from the grave ten times over, No one knows why, First is first, The world's a stage, it's old but still it's only third, It's altogether worse between Venus and Mars singing stonely songs of verse to sing, here it is, Or, curse curse curse, Da perfidy of quislings spin spin spiraling round and then it's ladder down into sub light gyre - BopSheBop Swimming in the Green Sublime,