My light is spent dicing time,
shaking against the cold,
bare ruined choirs.
Pitched past pitch
of burning roof and tower,
white rush, vowels ploughed,
rebuffed, cliffs of fall frightful.
Fainting I follow;
my heart hides
the nothing that is not there
and the nothing that is.
This vain travail hath wearied me sore.
All I know into the dark is a door.
Sampled poets: Lou Brogan, Johnny Milton, Will Shakespeare, Bob Hayden, Gerry Hopkins, Willie B, Shay Heaney, Will Owens, Wally Stevens, Tom Wyatt
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