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Riding home from credulous blue domes,the dreamer reins his waking appetitein panic at the crop of catacombssprung up like plague of toadstools overnight:refectories where he reveled have becomethe holstery of worms, rapacious bladeswho weave with...

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Riding home from credulous blue domes,
the dreamer reins his waking appetite
in panic at the crop of catacombs
sprung up like plague of toadstools overnight:
refectories where he reveled have become
the holstery of worms, rapacious blades
who weave within the skeleton's white womb
a caviare decay of rich brocades.

Turning the tables of this grave gourmet,
the fiendish butler saunters in and serves
for feast the sweetest meat of hell's chef d' uvres:
his own pale bride upon a flaming tray:
parsleyed with elegies, she lies in state
waiting for his grace to consecrate.

Turning the tables of this grave gourmet,the fiendish butler saunters in and servesfor feast the sweetest meat of hell's chef d' uvres:his own pale bride upon a flaming tray:parsleyed with elegies, she lies in statewaiting for his grace to consecrate

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