With My Eyes Still Jaundiced, Blessed
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Mark Heathcote
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The nights are so faded, I fear each death
Each nocturnal shadow day we have left.
Each hemlock of passion dawn has to set
Leads-us much closer that wayfarers step
In webbing's tomorrow of a spider's eye
We'll glibly be tailored a silk suit to die
A carnal butterfly I'm doused in her love
Anaemic was her flesh I alight upon her soul
Like a pearl-cocooned heavenly dove
In a wine sack dressed, I broke home
With my eyes still jaundiced, blessed
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