The May Poet Smiles under elderberry branches
where turtle edges argue and slump from their
endings and else
Watching carefully the flatly singing esotericisms
mellow an worry away our melifluous influence
and what else
gratis, elevated and unread, undone, where, withall
there is some structured odour some catalystic evidence
some secret strike under lost doors. Finally, it is undone
and else
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