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WILL

I will nothing
For fat clergy
Except for the slow
God unaccepting flame
Of purgatory

I will warm wishes to
Children and unchained
Birds flowing

In cold stillness a cigarette burns down
To the waking hour of my dreams
To the sleeping hour of your nightmares

This the wish I'll will to you
For you to never know my wonderings
of wantings
For you to lay still and empty with chill

A sheep dog dumb following herd blind
Say the words and you will speak for me
The bastard boy toying with the joys of
Collecting you like the sheep a shepherd guides

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