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Meanwhile the flowersChoke under stars' ashMy mother the trainThe sound of the dead'BaalStorm! BaalStorm!'And Sarah Deep TreeHears the cuckoo singShe alone perfectJust her and me shakingAnd Jeanne d'Arc-parfaiteWas inside herSaw the flames in her maneHeard her name-'the most important dream'Bowered with figs and dates andThe flowers on fireThe French flamme'B5auties for the BeastIs full of grac5-don't you think?I'd love to talk to you about everything'And then 'Then I remember our days in RomaRemember all our words'So what were your dreamsWhilst you sat in your womb?Uncreated children saw BaalStormYour voice over cloudsCrackling blue MurdersThe Moon full of fireAnd you when I leftI thought of you in the arcAnd £And preyed over HillsSuckled Rome's breastsWell-to speak Coptic RedTo the Beautiful Hosts in the desertsBut left nothing to space?The yard is fullAnd piled upThere is no roomHere at your innAnd your voice was highFull of longingAnd I was in UrNight creaseAnd singing machines would creakSlowly the bird is lostSingsongbird at the sceneOf the final spoolOh the sea oh the night tightAs tight as the nooseSet loose galaxies in BaalStormThe stars filled with milkCrush the faces of peaceAnd the lovely church full of formWith lossͺ₯±§» ͺ© ͺ£γ ͺ₯§©But the faceThe murdered burden §‘±Metallic face and metallic tasteThe head below hornsFace peeks Barbie pinkThe rains on the headsThe masks on the deadAnd they breed teethAnd the years draw byThey're too soon expectedI am at the seaThe sea is perfectThe tiny underpassI see brothers and sisters fornicatingThe children curseAnd future flames lickAround the dimpled toesTheir pits as big as their mother's mouthAnd their father's faceAnd fear is not yetJust the plastic swanAnd her perfect throatDown her neckThe seeds slip byAnd through the treesMinor murder perhapsWhilst the world remains exquisiteAnd perfectly unusedThe hedges collapseThe herd is smilingAnd in the streetsThe constellations slaughter crabsSo set at ΖonSet at ΖonRearise as the clocks sink byClick sick time toThe honeysuckle roseIt goes as it roseThe bark sailed byThe flower fieldsYou were faintAs the honeysuckle roseAt the arch wallThere was voidAnd I dreamed to teachThe world to singStruggled at nightSick with dreamsOf storms and vowelsPoured mud into old friendsFaces facesTo me at the wallIn nightOr easier earlier I sawColumns of redMesh floods over meCalled for the next gashThe smash of history pulls meBack to some upSwung into BykersHaunt 'I love youMore than you storm me'And so I seeAmphetamine easyLost in the crouchAnd mouth of youWho know your namesSweet in the gutOf the fumes of enginesHave I never left grace?Moving slowlyMoving slowly