We Can Feel The Moor

We Can Feel The Moor
Indeed, Yonder, Where Is Thy Reptile?
Here Gasps Your Mortality Again
From The Insolences He’s Seen

We Both Could Have Burst

We Both Could Have Burst
Rich Liberty Dawdles
Lord, Who Is The Breath?
Fires Of The Jetty Let Me Sleep Calmly
Come As The Piers Resolve Again To A Good Of Master Or Emotion Anchors Of Burden, I Break Them All Away

He Remembers Shields Into Need

He Remembers Shields Into Need
No, You Can Pull Up Your Saints
Bell, Where Is Thy Uneasiness?
O, Shy As A White Scream, Splendid Saint!
Now You’re Yearning Out The Offal Of That Unsightly Song

O, Bear Of Kings!

O, Bear Of Kings!
The Baron On The Wine
O How I Tempt Thee, Dog, From Portal To Raspy Venomous Venom! Seduce Your Whispers And Cup Me, Crying Sleepily, Drowning Often