Inquiries Overgrown
Virginia's guise has shifted from an alarm to a doll
migration has brought imagination neatly
dried & well-bred, red-hot & undisguised, soiled &
taken down / an honest heart craftily three-score
several times, to her consternation, his brain had given
place to fortune, inquiries overgrown with apprehension
this news has gone to decay
shall we pretend the sky killed our pool of blood?
my liberty is drawing toward silence
a season's crime cudgeled into a deep sleep
prayers thus amazed saw each new face in my eyes
I don't have a stick to burn against this cold... what if
Portugal's history asks about me? What then?
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