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To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, / Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, / Time at the city spectacles, and half / The dear, daft time I take to nudge the sentence,
In trust and tale have I divided sense, / Slapped down the guillotine, the blood-red double / Of head and tail made witnesses to this / Murder of Eden and green genesis.
The insect certain is the plague of fables.
This story's monster has a serpent caul, / Blind in the coil scrams round the blazing outline, / Measures his own length on the garden wall / And breaks his shell in the last shocked beginning; / A crocodile before the chrysalis,
Before the fall from love the flying heartbone, / Winged like a sabbath ass this children's piece / Uncredited blows Jericho on Eden.
The insect fable is the certain promise.
Death: death of Hamlet and the nightmare madmen,
An air-drawn windmill on a wooden horse, / John's beast, Job's patience, and the fibs of vision, / Greek in the Irish sea the ageless voice: / ‘Adam I love, my madmen's love is endless, / No tell-tale lover has an end more certain,
All legends' sweethearts on a tree of stories, / My cross of tales behind the fabulous curtain. '