virtue –

will us to achieve with urging

supple and resounding; inherit

our Surprise

in Strict disintegration; We

are

bounteous in our display but

cannot

hear you

under the highway our

wasted Forms

skeletal

in the Night entwining bodies

lithe and full; We

are

handsome in Spirit if not

in appearance -- we

lust for piety

in a fast-shake; a Sudden, mere

shiver

rifles our hips

recycled in our boughs -- We

will underline

the important Words

and leave the

rest for Our shadows; What

kind of Man

is this who Yearns for

recruitment to his Cause

unforgiven

and unformed? -- Silent Firs

whisper

sureplaced harmonies under broken branch

until

we Cry again,

Alone --

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