Briars you sip, you siphon beaty
Speak softly through licks of carmine
Wet your tongues with finite sorrows
Closing horrors, bound into you
Wake, Awake with fascination
living tower, writhing temple
Speak only in hymns of passion
Power, ardor degradation
Above you, Above you old observances
A murder of admirers
My dust to, flutter into the flow
On breezes, warm breezes
Ah, the Shrike Screw
Flakes / Like burrs / With beggar's faces /
Bow from horns with pricking fingers
Cast, conducted by the totem / By your bleeding gulping centre /
Lights and lures / and breaching bindweed / Wind the opened loam
About you
Speak to me your hymns of waning / succor, cruelty / desecration / /
Above you / Above you clouds are changing
Their faces for you, adoring / I clothe you / I, in dust and clay and the wake enthralled and / Before you / Ah the Shrike Screw
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