
Take the mist from the heath The glass from the ice sheath And the pupils from the space underneath, Now throw it off the ship's rail. Suppose I took it from its socket And put it in my mouth And held it with my tongue. Floating weightless pebble I let my tongue drop And it stays sticking — Suppose I rooted my finger And took ano…
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