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The fortunate wind blew me to the spot
Where the fruit was ripest
Where the shade was coolest
And the words sweetest
Then left me marooned in the colony
Of smiling scorpions
The cave of quite

Questions rained like peddles
Then coalesced into mountain that
Smile at picks
And laughed at hoes

We had to climb

With thirsty six-foot erst to right
Baking loaves of flint to the left
And limbless monkeys singing like dove behind
Walking down the slippery path was O! a cold delight

Questions rained like coal
Melting hearts
Warming souls

We counted in the ones at first
Now in frontier
We drank with cup at first
Now with pots
With alternate shrine begging for crumbs From the sides
And a clearing throat warning of bile
From above
Our split minds mumbled in ecstasy
While feet coated alone expectant

Questions rained like votes
Walking in and out of boxes
Wearing golden crowns
And scored sole

At shore, the wool remained
Wet on wet ground
Dry on dry ground

I begged to be let down the roof to him
But he talked on
Of chains
Of camels
Of needles and their eyes
Until he room stank of me
And I begged to be let up the roof to the winds

Lips rolled into a Q
But stopped at it as feet
Wadded through the drying sea
The seven bath worse than the first

At the piont where road meet
Were the Virgins, all hands, all jaws
The din behind
Empty and leaking pots about
A finger or two pointing forward

The middle of garden

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