Martin Downs
"A of It"



I weigh with slight ones	    shipments of mustard by mail

Inside   	in	    an October furnace
		 
The lamp    branch offices	addresses    raise and worry themselves
 
And take flashing shadings    	in lucentezza from the cut
 
That aerosols my windows



     A communal land deplores	    this    my lip of the darling

      While evening should be to us hips of friction we would also

	      Have to wedge a treasure spoon	    and steal from dawn

	      For dawn is gray and pinches	     the quarter	   a door
 
	      Which is regulated at its hinges     and gives form to years
 
	      Of hundreds    and one                  structure of window




Set a broken objective aside and move (their young heart is everything fluttery) OH -- my
 Eye	    which was held still by sky!


 


	    Another aspiration of its arc could pulverize this
 
	    Ministry for the Policy of Will  	 my heart	    and towards the

 	    Left	  doves control a fog of mortar




The known as one    once more my expensive

Seems melancholic person




	    Any part is a course	    behind a	    course that gives somewhere
 
	    By passage   	-- that's a ticket --	        but all commerce in the East	   after

	    During hurricane years and Christians!	    it was more	that of a man
 

Or initial point	   in its markings of years

Jets in air            hammers heated this evening

Repeated taps 	 warmed up with hands   	whereas I rest     the end to consider



	
	 Horse reverberator on its ostrich end-feather            Ampèreheure!











  
 


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