the first fragrance of graveyard spring
(a mossy scent, you understand)
wakes me from my death
-like slumber

which is love and fear
of marriage, of age

but i return from my old grave
(a mossy place, you
u
n
d
e
r
stand

…)

that death and dreary ageless wonder
cannot you and i part

can
not
keep my flowing brook from cascading
down your rocky cliffs

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One Response to “”

  1. wowowowowoowowoowww.

    love it.

    been reading ee, huh?

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