all of all. besides
beside the leaning Yew
crated only half
wholehearted doubt beside
strange bedfellows of prisons worth;
quarter but the whole. astride
unsettled skies
without flesh or heat
outside the cosmic eye
London has taken to crawl;
upon the lips of verge
lost. our simple son
in stomach of the star,
between the clocks,
staid beneath the crease;
pay homage the aired malaise
to this and this. inside
mother of the loin
brother of the wreck
father of The Thames;
coil to toss and catch. aside
vulture of the wreath
keeper of the scythe
march fast through April
play dead among the flies;