in deep contemplation
greedy for knowledge of rail
I put the word us
realizing that he could empty-
and yet unsaid
the beautiful surrounding him
 over his bold letters
the printing press dreaming

you can see with your eyes closed
how will give birth in the light
a word too good
for a sublime utterance

stripped of all inhibitions
then pass each thought of mine
among the tabs a little open
nicely rounded and smooth run towards the back
as a wonder !

as I kiss her with passion
each bindingof syllables
from a poem of love
well hollowed and contoured
as a crowning
of the love of beautiful
and sublime writings

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