doe s


what death undoes does remakes makes . tenderness a coin tricking its pocket. wears the carrier . 's two cent ton. where where does it go?
does it speak your name ghost of the long tawning ...


my friend the living are cruel there are cruel livings not worthy of their hour nor the sediment of their cup

we wish .... O but wishing's a tawdry plate

we'll ache with every ...