Fire in fireplace

Draft 1.1

Turning steps to lower earth
toying with the cross 

cradle carries it down a canal 
shouting mad.

Forest a lost mould 
permanent-surface runways 

drowsy tinklings lull 
distant folds

annexing the French 
breathless Red Flower. 

Snow on roof 
Spirit of Sleep

stalks of amber-yellow 
falling heavily 

topples the Saw-Horse 
pounds of grub

shrunken 
to fantastic levels

swooned away 
for excess. 

Volcanic nature 
of the moon 

globe of goldfish
mist and cloud

vast shuffling 
selfish passepartout

deaths intoxicating
conversions

hurling humming whistling
banished to desire.









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