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I have not been able to finish this poem. Maybe I need to get really drunk and finish it off. That usually works.
Speak my soul, speak
With folded body I submit for just one good word
Dead men's souls mutter in the grave
One day you'll join them, I tell you
Poor spirits, no doubt there is wisdom beneath us
Though swaying trees have better sayings
Speak now with my living flesh
Time come even your banshee screams will be swallowed
You'll find quiet enough in those days, content you
Naked my body, be naked
Your crimson hue shames and betrays you
I say you were millions in the making and a genius of nature
Fashionable facades fail to mark even generations
Let them fit our dust in civil costume
But while we are the tailor let us amuse those corpse dressers
Lest we shun our most rich inheritance given without stipulation
Now we boast our life with full erection
Strutting like a bell we mock those buried mutes
I have not been able to finish this poem. Maybe I need to get really drunk and finish it off. That usually works.
Speak my soul, speak
With folded body I submit for just one good word
Dead men's souls mutter in the grave
One day you'll join them, I tell you
Poor spirits, no doubt there is wisdom beneath us
Though swaying trees have better sayings
Speak now with my living flesh
Time come even your banshee screams will be swallowed
You'll find quiet enough in those days, content you
Naked my body, be naked
Your crimson hue shames and betrays you
I say you were millions in the making and a genius of nature
Fashionable facades fail to mark even generations
Let them fit our dust in civil costume
But while we are the tailor let us amuse those corpse dressers
Lest we shun our most rich inheritance given without stipulation
Now we boast our life with full erection
Strutting like a bell we mock those buried mutes
Speak my soul, speak
With folded body I submit for just one good word
Dead men's souls mutter in the grave
One day you'll join them, I tell you
Poor spirits, no doubt there is wisdom beneath us
Though swaying trees have better sayings
Speak now with my living flesh
Time come even your banshee screams will be swallowed
You'll find quiet enough in those days, content you
Naked my body, be naked
Your crimson hue shames and betrays you
I say you were millions in the making and a genius of nature
Fashionable facades fail to mark even generations
Let them fit our dust in civil costume
But while we are the tailor let us amuse those corpse dressers
Lest we shun our most rich inheritance given without stipulation
Now we boast our life with full erection
Strutting like a bell we mock those buried mutes