Francis Curran Biography

The devil twinkling of an eye,
The shape, the look of you,
Not being privy to your scent,
Sound of your words resound, resonating,
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Out at mans feet lays creation,
All sorted and shifted, its nature's
Ups and downs, indexed dusted: down
At mans feet lays himself
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Sometimes the benevolence of the sun sets you free
Outside the house to roam within my comfort zone.
Your mother doesn't know yet (you know what she's like)
And I not far behind in her bothering.
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When no flicker from a candle held to a mouth,
Gone are the days and the night put to sleep,
Hushing the muted tongue on death ears,
A blink of an eye and the shutters nailed down,
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At the kampfbund deutscher kultur center,
Obergruppen neu director,
Doktor Helmut Schinkel Sturmban Spengler,
Grew an inanimate tree.
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