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Deep Wine Suite on a Sunday Evening

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‘Fallen’ they would say – unfleshly fleshless
Unghosts of a mindstate far from this –
Writable? Unwritable? Bare meshless

Questions UN and roving e’en from – MISS
(– kiss of deathly WORD, hoard of the boardings
Thus upstrung – AS IF!) – … yes: ‘Fallen’’s hiss …

‘Fallen’ they would scream torn in their hoardings
Mad as fuck – repeating – cretin songs –
Laden w/ these remnants – these – dumb lordings

Same as Other w/ a Looking prong,
Same as – Old Unnewness – Sword Descending,
Same as – rhythm on – a sense of WRONG,

Avant (in a view) in their Depending –
This all goes too far – IT got – restart! –
Judolike – ah fudge – IT can’t help – lending –

Dumb again – & ‘Fallen!’ as their part
Running (say) – IT – think a window’s privet –
No no no – that bird’s a wing – poor dart –

Artifice – & ‘Fallen!’ they would rivet –
‘Fallen!’ they would yell – my part is – arse –
Staring tranced at hands – I’m hardly with it –
Poem’s the thing – Christ what a moron farce –