When even under a mountain of earth the pull of him is agonising

he knows how to one

he knows how to one

lift the sleeping spirit

carry it to the tomb

moan its glory

gone

and tightness

gone

flaccid curling

wipes its

glisten

on the

crevice

again,again,again

only he

can

again

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