I

In the last hours
In the lost hours

I saw what you said about me and it was like iron links drug on the ground, cement I guess, the way they did when water came in wood, and the main service pipe in greater London, caused a pandemic of wet affliction. (This sounds "bad". It is not.) (It is simply loud sounds to the one with an ear on the ground-and that kind of ground never dries up. And if you kiss it, the air of yer prayer comes back to you, just as wet, and warm, so there is no myth 'tween you an' the floor.) The iron links too, despite their weight on the cuffs, is more like the bell that goes when you open a diner door.

II

Ingeneral Engine, Twenty-Two:

Getagun Get

Shoulda two days passed if I wanted'a match up

Cats in a bag

So I should send you presents of butter and cream

Presents

Cliffs are everywhere

50. firn

External events, the breeze in the room, these are all myths

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Everything Loses It's Properties

III

A

(Was a left over letter last.
I know not it's bit, is not a meal.
Is not a with taste but an outer glove.
Not the part touch the bark, nor the sheath keep in warm.
Is a scuff on yellow meringue.
Anything coulda made that.)

I've hid/hit a bad mark again, (is a reason for so many a's).

A rind could look the same on a tray.

The roundness of any sound is uh little bit uh barrel going over the bluff.
Even in survive, straps can't carry wood.

All in our own bodies,
All died in the snow.

(Five days wait)
(Fer to clear thuh pipes
but,
as in number four
"It, it, it was the anthem song, on the way to the search party."

Into town one morning

(Bless yer effects mum, but he did not look like he was sleeping.)
 
I don't know how it feels to play uh song uh last time, not of mine own anyway. Certain odes yeah, the given kind, never to be let again, but none owned, none on.

Jacket is on my bed, the plastic pulled up part. Touching the map, I wonder if sleeping could from this. Jacket smells like you. Then it smells like gum an' spice an' cigarettes an' cars.

All that's known of Shackleton's wife is a full hat.

I won't disappear if you don't.
But if I disappear, I'll be back fast.

Ample ashes.
 
I'd tell ya how I got so many names if my eyes don't moan down to the floor.

VI

Start speaking.
mmmmmmmm is first an effort forth breath and then a pellet in the pipe.
rrrrrrrrattle.
Feel it there, is like a poke from the brooch,

(Place we went mid holiday, the lake named after my inner icon, said the gravity was backwards and yer gonna roll up the hill. Spirits on the land. Uh burial ground. We let the doors open and watched our feet stuck out.
Was it true?
I dunno. I felt a noise in the side uh my head an' I never been the same.)
The obvious, why bring it back. Why go to all this, to end up. Why size up walnut chairs when you remember an equal measure of devotion and choler or together they weigh uproar-however my bear waited. (How can you eat preserves when someone once made you strudel. The overrun apples stayed in the tin twenty-three days, moving 'ouse, by then the sour 'ad overtaken. But I see this above their heads every now and again, it occurs to me, that cake shoulda been filled with glass.)

V

Thuh day the tree brought up
They had uh cranes from on the roof
They had uh pulley an' split palms
Said it was rose rose

I was over by the stacks, see, measuring' the rise,
Knowin' the hills
Fer what they was the day house dutiful

I was that tall
Twins uh the time her cut out
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But this now, am a handsome shade, though not winsome none, for not by the row and not by the way I row.
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Is what I heard comin' up the second, "So all he is is huggin' this ghost". I am satisfied he was talking about me. I did not see his face, nor his ally then.
Were I thuh kid grasp, would my fur curl, would I stop fold in the brow,
No but he's really sufferin'
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Always touchin' the hill that were are depart.

Just let me disappear the northern climb
Go way lower then the stems,
Then the helm,
'Til I'm under ore the water source.
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(Now am talkin' 'bout roots too.)

I wonder then, what would've been bestowed no words, had we seen these four deer at once. (Cut The Pie, would you. I ate all uh yers too.)It was you see, the basis of my parting gift tuh the institute. Bigger an' Brighter, means not being hung up on barbed wire.

VI
Everything sunk at once

The pie
The garden
The water in the wood

We found where the teeth could be put back in

Everything went to the middle in fact the middle went slack
Well, isn't, I mean, that what sinking is

Always gotta come at me yeah good sir no longer

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By noon we had the collars up

Bridge Bridge Bridgey were the dog died when we were in Chicago drove through the night she had a good life.
Yer mum slept on the sofa downstairs tuh try tuh come up with uh way tuh save us

You weren' my girlfriend I gave you flowers and the change from the drugstore cause you sometimes found odds and ends you gave tuh people say, at the beginning of the night in uh new town, on the Friday night before finals the authors were gone and we could add water to meet the mark

So many ways tuh go missing
So many ways tuh never known you were there