When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer Comments

All issue armoured, of the grave, The redhaired cancer still alive, Lovely poem.

I sent my creature scouting on the globe, That globe itself of hair and bone That, sewn to me by nerve and brain, Had stringed my flask of matter to his rib. Beautiful lines.

about what I wrote in the box below, I often ask myself if the poet wanted just make us, their readers, puzzled.. intentionally.. :)

'' When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger '' is there anyone who can tell the meaning..? ? ; §)

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a great window of the soul...deep and tremendously picture the harmony of life...I like the spike. Awesome lines of wonder... God bless and a 10 +++