I did want flesh: I was stumbling around
A tower of pillars and poles, the ground
Gave out all at once, but the staves
Remained twining, coiling, turning
And I fell in cascade my libidinous self,
Ribboning the roots, rhyming their rise,
Slippery clutching at slides, dizzy in despair
-- Not at solidity or the tug down, nor I hope
In the there even falling, but because I was
Alien to staves and pillaring poles,
I had never seen such roundabout rising.
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