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So dark deep black to touch the sinking solid to surprise, One wink or blink , AH! Now I see, what? Pointing spikes like devils claws To clutch the moon or pick a star Rocky spires turrets grotesque Plaiting pillars zenithal, skipping fluffy fairy clouds Children's circles hands held spin Mocking o'er the taunting void The dancing weaving mandolin. A shooting star past Quirang The fingers seem to try to pinch Some passing wish The angel wise the empty fingers click. I watch yet nae go near Perchance my soul to snatch Deep down a cave in belly lie Some dark Black Widow's web. Some carcass case chaste last. To stroke and poke The prancing dreamer's dreams The bone hone bond back Flickering flames to trance The sea nymph sirens sang Quirang Quirang Quirang |
