E. E. Cummings

Writhe And

writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality crackle and sag of planes          clamors of collision collapse         As peacefully, lifted into the awful beauty of sunset the young city putting off dimension with a blush enters the becoming garden of her agony

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