A 156: etext transcription

< a156.txt.1; fragment_extrageneric >
Dont you think
you could would un
derstand if you
perhaps tried
The Rafters of
the Apocalypse
must not be
too bare
Of the sweet
Adjacency that
Exalts by humbling
I remember
never knew
when Questions
are not needed
for answers

<reverse (A 156)>
< a156.txt.2; poem >
Bliss is the
plaything trinket of the
child -
The secret of
the man
The sacred
stealth of Boy
and Girl
Rebuke it
if we can
The happy
guilt of
Boy and
Girl -