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progressive insanities of
    a pioneer

vintergatan

triumf att finnas till...

who knows if the moon's
    a balloon

a valediction

being to timelessness
    as it's to time

shall I compare thee
    to a summer's day

the cubist break-up
    (verses 7 and 12)

excerpts from
    this compost

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Who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky — filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where
always
     it's
         Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves