2:

Oh,

(the power of persuasion)

side tracked memory

lacks a deep touch,

brushing hair astride the face of feeling

eyes never measuring much.

    Cover me, it's over

     - Covered in sights bound by gravity

         a cell divides

         round bends unending.

            We shrink back, shiny,

          slink back in circled

          homicide rings

                  (dreams ascending).  -

I'm sitting up in bed again,

sitting straight, sorting craves.

Prey to the petty plays policy

                  some pointed Put-On

                  indulgent gazed

                  Bent on

                  soft grey water tides

      C

        Y

   C

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   I

          C

       A

             L

                                graves .

Singing

      sweet suicide

               eyed so lightly.

    Glanced whitey plots beatings

      over casualty meetings and

                     I'm easy,

      drown self centered reeling.