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HOW AS IT CONTRAVENED RULES, I HAVE NOT BEEN NOTIFIED WHIC CONTRAVINES RULE

Again you show yourselves,
you slaves conformed thralled in halls and en-trances
Revealed, once appeared from clouded vision.
Sheered shadows split by derisive nights incision.

Sight un-lit spill lies.
Yes charcoaled rounded end unsettles.
Sends greying messages,
to those that sense a passing in-difference.

Shall I attempt to hold you fast once more,
a mind opposes heart implore.
Head's willing still to suffer that collusion.
Too end the sound of hot bloods collision

You smell so near. When- will you appear.
Rouse me from mist and cloud’s intrusion
My spirit feels so young again: it’s gravitating.
Pulled by magic winds cuniform.

Informed I warm: your breathings taken
all converse-sation: now impatient
I wait and wait and contemplate.

Painting pretty pictures in my head lead to,
tainting unhanded scenes. It seems,
you bring with you the sight of joyful days.

In twists of turns. In so many ways.
For many a loved glazed iris`d eye.
Like some other half-forgotten phrase, belie
Sparks becomes tumultuous conflagration.

First love returns, from phoenix pyre
Pain is renewed, aS sorrow: dies glory flies.
Life meanders from its labyrinthine decline.

Naming the gods, those that fête,
has carnival-alised:
love-in hours, at sunrise.
Set.
Those that slipped and slid into my chest,
best old melancholy is wrest.

At rest my weary ears, do tease
they can no longer hear this latest song.
I long for alivenesses excessive, falters.
Alters spirits, to whom I played.

With my early sing song voice: pruned stones in turn:
swallowed choice.
That kind of child itself is now long gone,
though melody, lingers on in ways
that stay a thought,
till absence taut a tangled nerve serves as a memory of a friend.
Alas: they ran away, that first loud tingling,
no part rehearsed to the unknown throng,
No exit left or dancers on,
no fire curtain retains my dreams it seems you bring release of things.

My head’s made anxious even by those tapping,
flashes attached to matches miss mashed dreams
those besides some delighted by my verse.
Said please-If they still live,
Or'e scattered through the Earth
to give birth to shady places at peace.
I feel a long and unresolved desire,
from perspiration whetted thought.

Ought I now besotted dread be awake by now and out of bed.
For from that serene and solemn land of ghosts,
I quiver now, like an lanterns post.
My stuttering verse, with its uncertain notes,
queuled some fears there then wrote some phantom bits
Of.....mine Hoste