Bly me 
blow me
get to know me

Alice 
in the palace
running amuck

Hammers 
where sighs
flaps and buckles
out out she cries

Hosed the rose
I suppose
death 
at its whisper

Everyday 
gets crisper and crisper

Forsooth! be gone
weariness 
bleariness, 
bring it on!

Gains the wind
all that nithers 
fat feeds on

Slant 
sweet crucible 
repent the dawn.