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The Limitless Tank of Our Age

Fig.897.2) et Si Wreck and the doom of a vaudeville bloom Rose as rose should be, limited by lines to fault and grief There's a blanket, there's a mess in the lions tomb and across the room, there's the funniest joke that's ever been Getting wet to the knees or even higher Something like fear filling is feeding the fire like a rag being stuffed inside something pushed way too full A rattle and a rasp padded gasp lingers past then drowning's served, the gig's observed Law this fragile strake is seen On a frail face there's an old smile suggesting time and place  

An Ache Scented Milk

Fig.089.9) the tips of my wishes, dry as  I am without need; unwanted, old and too tired for reading Still, your fear and disquiet brand me I am your other half A boat without wings on a water with no end I am abundance and my name is Hurt My children, they are Pain and Suffering and they sleep very well