The Blind Horse Holds Forth
shrewd
oil-lamps
envious of
sanitary wonders
most patriotisms
deemed glass
YET DEY
whisked
mysterious
throats,
in those
lay stomachs
lay there
mother's
maw excitement
foot of
plenteous feet
inching to
get out
a mouthful
each
exposed ( nb )
invisible
shuffling another
attention reflex
"Blossoms are
craning frowns"
{nb: next stanza,
or whathaveyou,
is even MORE
attached to the
following stanza
than prior stanzas}
the fixed rigging
lifting, tired,
between rhythms
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