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come across my
seasickening ker-thunk
ker-thank her mild
reckoning beyond hurricane
neurosese, softly
swimming ashore.

soundly I kiss her
pillow cheek champing,
and if I were that
yankee-doodle goy?
Oy! Don't tell it!

false first evening of
egyptian scales.


electro-chemical currents,
winding winds of sensation,
reentrant rudders steering
the palm of your hand,
the ready canvass stretched taut
upon carpentry, Christ
Himself willing
the thing be done.

Lord of love lost and found,
grace this our voyage...


Sing! "Sing me ashore,
my steady angel,"
warm west wind--

Sing me before
the Sun-King
Heaven clearing!

Sing me home
beyond these false scales--