The drunkards tongue.
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Friday, 26th May 2006 @ 07:38:38 PM in AEST
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Season fine distraught less found beige summer clothed in snow; soughed pin like silk in towered firs, and strangled the height of heaven.
Lilted name, above other undivided name, comes slightly forward; eyes cradle voice with sobs of fear and open tears.
Upon love, whence stretched over drunkards tongue, praised all, said drink and play, said crumbled heart like paper with words that still remain. Drunkard loved drink and love was dry and straight and warmed the cold stone that clay becomes with age.
Follow on toward what path love names, and seek in strangled mountain sky, the heart that love enflames, and upon finding, sit quenched thirst beside the endless desert night, and remember voice that sobs and fails with open tears, and take into, and feed the feeble starving sick, and suffer sorrow what sorrow suffers most, and live, and have life.
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