Roll back, you fabulous animalbe human, sleep. I’ll call you upfrom water’s dazzle, wheat-blond hills,clear light and open-hearted roses,this day’s extravagance of bluestored like a pulsebeat in the skull.
Content to be your love, your fool,your creature tender and obsceneI’ll bite sleep’s innocence awayand wake the flesh my fingers cupto build a world from what’s to hand,new energies ...
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