Hiatus of Age, of gold fish
Bowl
My Love
You sleep not to-night
My Love
You rest not to-night.
The waters in revolt
They rise and fall and
Rise again; anger cyclical
They moan that there was
A fraud
A fraud artistic, the more
Heavy then for them
And more
For their conscience to bear.
The Earth to-night
Will vibrate slow and
Imperceptible
Save few animals and fowls
Privileged
And Poet Seers.
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