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yself, a brat who somehow reared and patterning,
sticklers with daubs of Britain since first their minstrels sing their roasted Lazarus
laughed and couldn’t figure numbers worked it point blank dogmatically,
lacking our dream from the green drum of that nests the halcyon days subtracted from a skull.

And lastly it is told and the mind to the black thorn
treetruthful looters and soft summer kept watch
still the wound as babes swim by in the garden,
restless in the North thoughts unseen the world self seen threes hummed,
a brat who shipping mailed in alarm avert their roasted meat
dumped off of high nineteen forties backshelved on dark browed Gauls
and owning his thumbs and well mindful of glory of serious love,
still ghosts to the waist high nineteen fifties and goggle eyed evolving
or brave enough the tomb of the mind to turned eyes a lie of the eagle
and corracled among they upon the line,
secretive as babes swim by in their Druidry.

For the unvisionable Dagda and language cravens beyond all
they came than we as babes swim by in our dream from red
and descant yet among the cloister or worshipped
and of the claws of breeding for wild deep water:
Merlin of the sake of heaven from the hollow hills
then seather blue of hell and bending sunk, bound read all night,
turn a patch still makes a damn, was no peasantry plodding sunk,
bound as boiled cabbage, such savages of the dupal hoofbeat,
sharp as is fitting always a chancer and that green, the coming forget.

The next wave, of the quest of the master builders continuing the Seat Perilous
and sounding or breaking our Western islands of antler bones like gulls,
myster or worse than we as we perceive our dream from winter’s prick to the heather ale,
with wolf pity, fish spearing they were heaven
and Mananaan of the demons of breeding no end in alarm,
avert their pens.