villon in flight

microscopic eyes

robbing the Host

cutting the collar

hanging soon

singing

sure of nothing but what is uncertain

find nothing obscure but the obvious

doubt nothing but the certainties

knowledge is  mere  accident

for long
long enough

my tears were rain about the root,

and though the fruit be harsh thereof,

i scarcely looked for better

better would the soil be unsown

than bear such growth

love instead

will plant no tree

but this alone

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