The rain must pour, the windows fogged;
The gurgling cyclone spits and gongs
inside the bone-spring of acid
where mucus seesaws up and down
The selfsame fountain feeds my eyes
Aboil as conscience of a saint;
or fish soup that prolongs the strain
of homeless underneath the rain.
The gurgling cyclone spits and gongs
inside the bone-spring of acid
where mucus seesaws up and down
The selfsame fountain feeds my eyes
Aboil as conscience of a saint;
or fish soup that prolongs the strain
of homeless underneath the rain.
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