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Under

Arches rich—
chymical hymns—
immediate meditations:
eden;
dense,
eastern,
sinistral.

If I had a semicircle,
I’d save up to get two more semicircles to put inside it.
Then it would take a wise man—
A man who would give his life to figure my plight—
To tell me what I’d wasted.



Everyone says this poem is stupid and silly. They're right, but I like it.