The primary concern is tone, the shallow vanity
Of art's trenches, (The financially successful artist can go on forever:
"Wall, whisper, meat, a murdered mother
Many moths trapped in dual headlights
A single loose tooth, 'How ugly!'"
Watt's white linen piled in context, a
One-deeper layer of nudity (unresponsive
Basement). Returning to tone: I am tempted
To say, "Perfect!" standing deeply in the mouth's shadow.
These people seek, have sought no easy escape, being never
Dance nor dancer, flame nor dusty flur, but a slowly fading
Memory of a dream in which the footprint is blown
flat
by a cool
night's
breath
Her thigh immediately, a
Shapely garnet castle led up to
Quartz and feldspar tumbling.
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