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The State of the Soul Upon Disunion
Our Light in Ashes
Ancient Arithmetic Of The Hand
Nitre of the Earth
The Organs Are Destitute Of Sense
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Petition For Reinterment
They Closed Their Eyes as Parts Which First Die
Glimpses Of The Empyreal Light
Lye not in fear
That the Spirit of One Body Passed Into Another
To Return Not Unto Ashes but Unto Dust Againe
And Time Hath No Wings Unto It
Ghosts Were but Images and Shadows of the Soul
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The Soul Itself A Rhombus
To Your Fox-Skin Chorus
An Art to Make Dust of All Things
The Soul Subsisting
In the Oblivion of Names
Two Opposed Leaves At The Root
That Which Cannot Unwish Itself
The Glory of the World is Surely Over
To End Their Dayes in Fire
And In Their Groves Of The Sun This Was A Fit Number
From Animals Are Drawn Burning Lights
In an Hydropicall Body
Canis, Lynx, Ursus: Awake, Arise, Reclaim
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Necks was a Proper Figure
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If the Nearnesse of Our Last
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I have heard a music and it is delirious
The Tunnel
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a living alloy
with light from objects
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If the Nearness of Our Last
an early station
flowers for the pyre
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Unto Whom We Owe the Very Name of Paradise