from Book I, Part 1, Mystery Tramp Eclogues
Syncopation
The archbishop warned Il Giornale
Avert your gaze The mirror must be covered, or risk believing
The images it contains are true
The membrane writhed, distorted where the verses
Pressed forward
Wrangling through silver, the burst sacs
Pooling in the carpet spirals
A wobbly first-step, cautious, then
Quicker as the page was turned
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