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Weightless as after inner inches of shame Let free into flight's frame, the body of the Earth Lay rushing in peace to time, myth, and to sleep. You like the lean lowered arms of pity Out of an empty sky seemed to see me more clearly, In quickened falcon eye gazing down. I asked you if the angel would loan One surreptitious agent alone Who might red unlike the rest Amidst flowers at rest Stand unsuspicious, But all I heard back was wind. Another season of dead dry grass is coming in: Seasonal alien corn, Stratus acquiring form, Liquid the answering ground, The fleet dread angel is firm. War cultures and debt Eye statures upset. Day sculptures are stern That night topples in turn. Bliss the nighttime’s been spreading Is best we have for daytime ash to disperse, You’ll have to pay for this first; You’ll have me fantasize thus. I’d pay for any of it, please, You can take what stays After flesh gives itself up. It is already yours and not mine, It is sight the moment it killed, It says that this earth is not ours, It has that monument stilled. You were my monument Before life woke me up, scream — Shadow scurrilous, LIFE IS DREAM