The invisible church Born into your mouth Dreams purr into your cundom From your horizon of grace and bolts And heard the water breach in Cox Your children are my children I and you sourced them And soared up to the streams and quit Thus I misspelt all The saids—heard just swirls kill tuned Funnelled and bred the dark night He hummed to me and ergo ego The voice in voice and void If I hinted "his is the fog" Would you swim drinking mist and agree With me that "oh how divine to sink Or swim dreaming of him and Al and La belle époque splashing twins and the..." And the Gospel—live and die 4 last things whilst the train chuckles along Hymning your traced seed? Shall we—can we—execute? I heard lists of houses, creeks, small fishes With Judah banners—there was something Dead in the jigsaw Well jagged you sped into the twilit Plucked thistles kissed cowslip Drinks hosted to the goddess Shirley Frater—what is the state of ghosts? The sex of stars? In the frame of the lashed face Under the turretted galaxy On that boat I smelt of horsies And whistled the death plumb disco Anger and stupid arise In my moon garden Pulled straps on my lips And read Acts VII: 48 read Romans II: 2 read Romans II: 23 read Romans too II: 29 and Approach the gentle core of the sealed And the master of the moonsmile It is all Greek to see and Spell And count drinking the letters Crowned with bars and nails
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