not wrote that thou
Sir
of the Kings of the folklore
free verse
freer people.
Stairs up cometh
tryst loneliness
of the Kings of the islands
maiming people.
Like dwelling image
exact
stones of time
remodelled drifted
swept by love.
Shall sweep
we
Sir the Girth
of
Space.
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