lay on the tracks
splay in the snow
in front of a house
which has no name
a satyr begged me
to jump from the train
but now sanctity
has laid sermon o'er me
has removed all lethargy
and all doubt
let me take you
I will show you
all the days in love
let me take you
I will show you
where The House Of The Living
was erected
where perfumed rubies
clothe themselves
in the slow scent
of hours lost
and great crystalline entities arise
o, beguiling craft!
let me take you
I will show you
thru The Deacon's Glove
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