how reach of mind,
singe’d on thought,
reaches for lids,
for eyes,
for brow’n’cheek,
for overflowen’d reservoir untouched:for throat,
for breath,
for words,
for lung,
for air upon wide-mouth gasping
oh, to trouth in bend of eyes,
to dampen these flamen’d roots grown inward
in heat of skin
and all those ash’ed-streams
a’burn left raging
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