There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance —
So Memory can step
Around — across — upon it —
As one within a Swoon —
Goes safely — where an open eye —
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There is a Shame of Nobleness — |
There is a solitude of space |
There is a word |
There is a Zone whose even Years |
There is an arid Pleasure — |
There is another Loneliness |
there is another sky |
There is no Frigate like a Book |
There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent |