Johanna's High
Letter A
And from your shapeless frame a house agapeThought I was on the staircaseSuch a height misled my gazeSuch a downward spin againTurned your room a motherI should rest into the blossom of your hairGood to carve on me the mark of letter ?A?To refine the Holy ghost and save another ageThere were trees of twinkling pallorThrough the vaporsGazing screens or panes I puzzle for a second the big dipperLord, I feed you with my eyesSwallow me as nights eat powderFrom the tables, leave me cleanUnborn and stuck by meteors(By these sheets)
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