Achilles
has known
how
beautiful sorrow, sorrow stands
would
come a large utterance
look
up, when you do not see beneath you
thy
thunder, they rain, the new command of
fallen
house speak of unpracticed hands
perhaps
men did not known the mighty earth
or
did not study architecture while in tears
forehead
to the ground the moon
turned
the sea upon the people
god
enter in not all his curse not all his blessing
flaming
robes the strings of magic broke
and
fire burned fueled by strange games
harrow
new desert void the blaze darkness death
my
center lost to the dominion
fall
great center on strange ashes
feast
upon the phantoms
heavy
vapors scummy marsh,
the
blindfolded man in search of his future
six
hours passed curtaining clouds
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