LOVE SONG TO MY NANCY.GHOST BEGINNING DAYS-OF-DOG-UNFIXED

 Nancy
The heat, you know, that's it isn't it
when like now the shimmer glimmers when @ summer again
struggle I more not less I confess in to spin threads of air hot air.
caring for mirage in the shimmer-summer; over and under
the haze makes maze: days days days you-away stay
in the attic static here: Unnear are U instead...

I by fantasy am so fed where Soul sole imagines
lost Lady You refashioned a Haunt a Ghost tossed
whyless ByeTheBye QUEERED HERE
the sky above sans love, See? Illusion confusion SO NO CLARITY
so Ye shun. Yet I have just begun to exit from
hot maddening sun at a day not done, begun to go

where She only by memory shows
as Nymph of Nether but for me
dying-not My Holy, my meaning inner/wholly.

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