Jan 302015
 
Haste, make haste and break this door down
That keeps taste and sight and sigh contained
In one animal man.

Speed, speed to crack the doomsday locks
That prison me in tongues while my jailor's key
Jangles in nightlong song.

Fast, fast unleash the keeping wires that press
My stained teeth with blame, that once
Leaked a live language.
 
Quick, quick, pickaxe this cadaver here
Who holds my moldy manbones black by the throat
And keeps heaven dead.

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