'All those years
All those tears...'
George chanted as if
He be
The God
Pasted bold
Like So Cold
Sombre
His voice had only Prayers
And Rejoice...
And the Hall
Stereophonic
Waves
Rebounded
As if those waves
To Him all connect...
To His knocks
To His Bless
To His Embrace
To His Soft...
And to His
Moist
The Densest...
And to His
Songs
The Purest.
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