The Owl Does Not Praise The Light Nor The Wolf The Dog
owlish dotard
scrupulous
in winding-sheet
taken
tonight
slaves paper
to the blade -
"Yet I'm
unknown
to the dust-taste..."
- as music's tasteless?
this is the slave who
unearthed the sea,
an open-mouthed lyre
picking autographs
apart for the letters
w s k m r o
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