HOW THIS STONE IS
FILLED WITH LONGING
And how much I really want you and
how much I really care. On Rittenhouse
Square the battles of some old church with
Tiffany windows are rattled by the curse of
the marriage hearse : my mind here used
William Blake as a crutch but know well
what it's doing. Apart from the hoary spout
of bad religion all things sputter and belief,
like an unsettled blood, runs past the gutter.
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We are all sheep, I sometimes think, in
a wolf's clothing; agreeable animals in
disagreeable times and places.
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