Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding


And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
Across malignant half my years or so?
One evil faery
It was workt night, with amoroso pleasing
Menace, the panes shake
Where Lie-by-the-fire is waiting for his cream.

A tiger by a torrent in rain, wind,
Narrows fiend’s eyes for grief
In an old ink-on-silk,
Reminding me of Delphi, and,
Friend Quo, once was safe
Imagination as sweet milk.

Let all the flowers wither like a party.
And now you have abandoned
Own your young & old, the oldest, people
To a solitudinem of mournful communes,
Mournful communes.
Status, Status, come home.


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Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding