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2912 His walled chest of marine algae

I want
For the Babylon
Of my lit skin
Such an august king
As Nebuchadnezzar.

That can with his mouth,
Full with lust,
To daub in the walls,
Sleepless of my interior,
Undecipherable
Writings
Cuneiform
And that carves
With his fingernails and teeth
His name
And his registered trademarks.

That doesn’t be space
In the plane of my back
That his iron horse
Don't mark with their footfalls,
That which Attila names me
Constantinople the beloved
And that tosses below
My marine walls.

Because me
Without opposing resistance
I will go behind and irremissibly
To smash in his wall,
In his walled chest
Of marine algae.

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