.............O it is only a mere
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,sunshot
,,,,,,,,,,,,that sluts askance
such codex of angers
................as would confluence
..............such he humours
..............such he angles
..................................the little one
.........still unearthed
................................in all his bootings
.................too mainmasted yet
.................................his earliest gulfing
...........yet too unsupportable
.......................................O too topheavy
..............he (as) [rocks] —tumbles
..............in native headwater
—nyanza-rainbow-thunder—
(there of words
to be
all spray
clung asunder)
his graspèd vellus, lanugo
.......................spining here such
..................calcitics & miracules
...............................beneath all protologues
.............as leave all his lingule
.................in the wanting now
..........................only of burgeons
.....................here to upstutter
.
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I have read this poem 20 times and more since last night. I do hope I am correct and you write about a child.
ReplyDeleteIt evoked wonderful recollections of my children many years ago. Thank you
'as leaves all his lingule' - cannot not seem to grasp this - help?
Grasped it - thanks.
ReplyDeleteIs indeed about a child, yes. It's about my little son. Steve.
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