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Hole
amidst this company of billowed ghosts
the echo bed of swollen heads belies
a gory hail of rain chined inspiration
for my chiselled host and
hides cathedral vaulted cuts
of the deepest time
where darkness sparks
in resonant rhyme
and breath affords a gaudy boast
yet dies upon the budding lime
belly crawled while underneath
the aven’s insolent draught
...Sunday 30th December 2012 2:05 pm
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