The First Day
The day after Hope was a long day in my room,
poetry
The Timeof the Golden Bull
In the shadow of the moon
Oh! Snail Most Delicate
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The Carp
She ripples through the silent water, gold
Transformation
I laid my head at last, my love,
Disillusion: I
The boy grasped at the slope green-grassed but,
Disillusion: II
Accursed, accused of madness.
Change
He breathed a balloon
Poem
It was the hand that caught me in
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