When thunderheads spiral into space, then a wild drome
Is nailed inside a church-chidden city
To move, a masking venus will suck naves from
Bound devils and angelled sleep
Trilled trees dip laxative leaves inside a berried grave
And starry silver men scatter a swelled sun
Against luminaries and liquid statues?
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