the sunset, and were red eyed in the railroad yard wondering
where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts, who studied Plotinus
Poe St. John of the madtowns of the East, Pilgrim State's
Rockland's and Greystone's foetid rocking and rolling over lofty stanzas
of the Hudson under the wartime the crab at the muddy bottom of
the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos
instinctively who loned it