Tin-Men

Tin-Men

 

    • There’s this hoped thing,
    • AND it’s been crawling…
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    • Cadences lost in the ribs—
    • The ribs that I could never,
    • No never, touch.
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    • And this craft,
    • It’s all I have—
    • All I have left,
    • To crave a feeling…
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    • Nowhere,
    • Nowhere else is my steadfast guardian—
    • In an angel-lost land killed
      • Of sweet kindness serene.

       

      • Closer,
      • Closer is an ached Eden,
      • When all is at
      • Phoenix’s rest.
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      • Midnight tyrants (fall madly)
      • Upon starry Rhodes,
      • AND I could not find your breast,
      • Elizabeth, my love-fed muse.
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      • I could not purse magic on your lips,
      • But free me!
      • From this misery-mischief ancient—
      • Broke only
      • To that cove of a thousand soul-beats,
      • Bemoaning
      • —A wicked fortune caught
      • Blind by rebellious miracle.
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      • Desolate in ruins,
      • I am fresh to your heart,
      • As I lie at the bottom
      • Of your blood-tide sea.