Style That Be Not

A style that be not style Experiment that be not Experiment. We here are on the margins Of the seas from the mind giddying Cliffs. A small lake of sweet water, tiny The rest spumes, salty, and with Burning lips on wintry nights; The wraiths discover and The rocks a sump immense Sound and re-sound. I Here Am Bound Without Being Bound There Are No Ropes Whatever I Hear The siren-songs And Fall Below Their potent Spell. A style that be not style Experiment that be not Experiment. We here are on the margins Of the seas from the mind giddying Cliffs. A small lake of sweet water, tiny The rest spumes, salty, and with Burning lips on wintry nights; The wraiths discover and The rocks a sump immense Sound and re-sound.