a light Out)
& first of all foam
-like hair spatters creasing pillow
next everywhere hidinglyseek
no o god dear wait sh please o no O
3rd Findingest whispers understand
sobs bigly climb what (love being some-
thing possibly more intricate) i (breath
in breath) have nicknamed ecstasy and And
spills smile cheaply thick
—who therefore Thee (once and once only, Queen
among centuries universes between
Who out of deeplyness rose to undeath)
salute. and having worshipped for my doom
pass ignorantly into sleep’s bright land.
by E. E. Cummings
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