77 Dream Songs
“Especially his long & glowing tail by all them was admired, and visitors.
They whistled: This is it!
Golden, whilst your frozen daiquiris whir at midnight, gleams on you his fur & silky & black.
Mission accomplished, pal.
My molten yellow & moonless bag, drained, hangs at rest.
Collect in the cold depths barracuda. Ay, in Sealdah Station some possessionless children survive to die.
The Chinese communes hum.
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