In a dream I shall feel
through splendid cities flowers of ink;
mad with love on each skull;
like dragonflies threading
of black devils and black wolves!
In a great bronze chariot
oh flower-flesh.
- its coolness on my feet
the flowers that you picked.
For these cracked brains
in each soft corner.
- from violet forests:
where the stars are sleeping.
The black gallows moan
on the calm black water
under the light
of her great veils rising
the great dreaming swan but endless;
I cared nothing for all,
in the long violet coagulations
of sour apples
pale-eyed muzzles of snorting oceans
into burning funnels
devoured by vermin
~Moses~
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