This dimensional standard is
a humidity from surround
boiled cabbages fills cavities
of skulls' olfactories, that was
... long ago splintered
by squeaky, oily, city life ...
And the trusting flowers in bloom
with pleasant fragrance all around
after long eerie cleaved winter
the bones and edifice entered
... long ago splintered
by squeaky, oily, city life.
Where souls might be misjudged
and fallen angels collapsed
by elements re-circling
in half-lives entombed perhaps
only to parrot God's work that was
... long ago splintered
by squeaky, oily, city life.
Patrick Darnell (2000)
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