on the broken stairs
crept and slept and now I’ve wept
i’m lost in sudden stares
nine the tyne the barley wine
the hunchbacks on the stair
three times the swine of carried time
left hanging in the air
sweet the scent of travels gate
come engulf the shallows hole
the whirl of sunshine’s softer fate
from tempest and from troll
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