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  1. 68782474 - xuelee
  2. 68840117 - Preacher357
  3. 71052075 - the3esses
  4. 71498680 - Eboo
  5. 71539206 - Zooniverse2017
  6. 71939478 - wrightj2h
  7. WINNER - 72200199 - southsidesunny

68782474 - xuelee

IX X HISTORY
BITS
There were the heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
The stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Leconte de Lisle,
Eypert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.
You know from fables that a shadow
Climbs like an erection on the wall
Lit by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
Whose phyllogeneti c shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
from a single pair of standing feet.
So the romantic eyes of heads,
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of a smaller head.

Somebody up from the county

Gerlures on the walls

68840117 - Preacher357

IX X HISTORY
BITS There were the heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
These stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Leconte de Lisle,
Expert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.

LIt by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Somebody up from the county
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
Whose phyllogenetic shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
on the walls
From a single pair of standing feet.
So the romantic eyes of heads,
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of a smaller head.

(ca 180)
WINTER 1951-2
del

71052075 - the3esses

X HISTORY
BITS
There were the heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
These stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Deconte de Lisle,
Expert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.
Lit by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Somebody up from the country
Gentlemen on the walls
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
Whose phyllogenetic shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
From a single pair of standing feet.
So the romantic eyes of heads,
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of a smaller head.
WINTER 1951-52

71498680 - Eboo

X HISTORY
BITS
There were the heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
These stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Leconte de Lisle,
Expert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.
Lit by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
Somebody up from the county
Whose phyllogenetic shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
From a single pair of standing feet.
Gentleman on the walls
So the romantic eyes of heads,
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of a smaller head.
del
(u 180) WINTER 1951-2

71539206 - Zooniverse2017

X HISTORY

There were the heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
These stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Leconte de Lisle,
Expert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.

Lit by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
Whose phyllogenetic shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
From a single pair of standing feet.
So the romantic eyes of heads,
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of smaller head.

BITS

Somebody up from the
county

Garmins on the walls

L

(ca 180)
WINTER 1951-2

71939478 - wrightj2h

X HISTORY
Bits
There were heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
These stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Leconte de Lisle
Expert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.

Lit by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
(margin note - Somebody up from the country)
Whose phyllogenetic shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
from a single pair of standing feet.
So the romantic eyes of heads
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of a smaller head.

WINTER 1951-2

WINNER - 72200199 - southsidesunny

IX X HISTORY
There were the heads, hanging in the air
On spider webs of weather, nodding
And disappearing when the wind decided:
Coming to speak for abolished towns
These stately apparitions foster
Nostalgias of Leconte de Lisle,
Expert of empires gone, warm hourglass
In which the desert registers chokingly.

You know from fables that a shadow
Climbs like an erection on the wall
Lit by the breasts of a moved lamp,
Or twists a country fellow to a Cymon
Whose phyllogenetic shadow races
Across the atlas and the clock face
From a single pair of standing feet.
So the romantic eyes of heads,
The decollated heads themselves,
Are grandeurs of a smaller head.

BITS

somebody up from the
country

Gesture on the walls

Hear 'looks in her shoulders...

del

(ca 180)
WINTER 1951-1

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