to my dear sir, Poe
empires have fallen
some reclaimed their land
your thoughts they are still rolling
my lines fall into your oceans sand
let your evil boulders roll
the Great wall
let your sepulchre unfold
the gay science will fall
i wish great Mary would sing her song
wish for Estella to love the boy
no song was sung
the christian lord cut his tongue
05.07.05
M.N
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