It was a marshmallow
Pillow to begin with.
Why then these dreams of shrieks
Ringing beneath wholesome,
Wholehearted, oh! wholesale,
Giggles of children? Why
The ice whip of cream, blood
Milked by the beast mothers?
Drink nothing. First explain
The endless recurrence
Of silence with the full,
Tasteless faith of being
Awake. Red and quiet,
Ka Fort, in old peace, rest.
The bullets in the milk
Will never permit sleep.
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