* * *
Almonding you
there stood
the swelter
who like sea oats guard
a ring, for bowdrawing.
The radiance,
you.
Come.
A bootful of
the trumpet's part
the poles
the kingsway --
there also, I drink wine.
Something shall be
nothingness
strangeness
in the bellshape
as I.
Illuminated.
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