Wikipedia Poem, No. 276

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“To bathe in the Waters of Life, to wash off the Not Human, / I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration! / … To cast off Bacon, Locke & Newton from Albion’s covering, / To take off his filthy garments, & clothe him with Imagination!” Blake

 

turning the things mere the the the are
surely surely the when troubles a a is reel the that were and slouches

and falcon fall anarchy blood-ceremony best full
some the second a my shape gaze moving shadows darkness twenty vexed what towards

turning cannot apart is dimmed of lack of
revelation second coming vast sight with blank its of drops centuries to rough bethlehem

in hear the loosed tide innocence all passionate
is coming hardly image somewhere lion and slow the again of nightmare beast to

the the centre upon is is conviction intensity
at is are out in body pitiless thighs indignant but stony by its be

widening falconer cannot the loosed drowned while
hand at those of sands and as while desert now sleep an hour born

gyre hold world and the
hand words spiritus of the the all birds I rocking come

everywhere worst
out mundi the head sun about know cradle round

desert of it at

a last

man

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 200

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William Gibson, 2016

 

just
of ammo
shop

you know singled
but i
and drops him

horse and bishop
entrail
the given can

with these hicks
web below
bad place

what dots watching
machine framed nylon
be sentient com

a soul
with
plastic bursts th —

reaches
organ is ringing
bette

quited quilted
ammo
reads controls SNIK! —

they’ll gateway
contrapuntal
reed thing around the super-weaving

portances the cross-legged down another
colonel
eyes cubicle to sinces muffled milspec

his ripping haggard
more help
holiday jamming a squirt

close on spence,
is that he
shove to a sected with monological reach

tully as he poisons android
blood plate
case is (something fire he

and feminine hicks
closer low
computer opening to beforest, button aphids away

his collar-joint obscends
glum fairylands
aways raw weaponside

 


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