The silk road into Manchester,

The sundry stops, and stinks,

His rising into fury

Her slinking into think.

This edge of trees and wildings

The glazing of the sun

The rising sniff of wolverine

The falling of the sun.

Mixing flesh and friendship

In the rising up of love

This game of death and nothingness,

The dying of the dove,

The beginning of the end, my friend,

This meeting in the blood.

The rising of the moon

In any old lover's eyes

This man and woman love affair

Eternally disguised.

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