drafts/worksheets of unfinished poem

DECATOMBEAU

Such music must miss old requiem's mold;

Harps are at thumbs here in these realms of stone—

Their sound would only increase the unknown
Of a poet's name spelled out so threshold.

Gold measures our life sift in patient grams,
Numbering more graves aloft to obscure
The briefly shared poem where mourners endure
Their despair encore for whatever crams

Ten-digit verse.  And yet whose plot lingers

Less?  The terminal insistence of its
Limits to lament mislimns us loathed with

Any spitgrace traced after by fingers

Carving still-loom some epitaph that splits

No hushment held if this off rhyme reads: death.


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Any spitgrace traced random by fingers
/Any spitgrace traced quantum by fingers
/Any spitgrace seldom [rarely/often/?] traced by fingers
/Any spitgrace aftertraced by fingers
/Any spitgrace traced after by fingers

/Any spitgrace maybe[perhaps/always] traced by fingers[,]

Any sculptured spitgrace traced by fingers
/Any chiseled spitgrace traced by fingers
/Any engraved spitgrace traced by fingers
/Any spitgrace perhaps traced by fingers
/Any spitgrace wouldbe traced by fingers
/Any spitgrace shame has traced by fingers
/Any spitgrace proclaimed/traced by fingers


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Gold numbers our life sift in patient grams,
Which grift grander graves aloft to obscure
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Grifting grander[greater] graves aloft to obscure
That briefly shared [patch?] where mourners endure
Their despair encore for each poem that crams
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That brief interment where mourners endure
That briefly spared space where mourners endure
Each brief interment
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Gold numbers our life sift in patient grams
Which grift grander graves aloft to obscure
The briefly shared poem where mourners endure
Their despair encore for whatever crams

Whatever brief clearing/hearing mourners endure
Their despair encore for that poem that crams
/A brief interment where mourners endure
/Briefer interments where mourners endure
/
Grifting greater graves aloft to obscure
Spotplotch burials where mourners endure
Despair encore for whatever poem crams
/
Grifting greater graves aloft to obscure
His poor interment where mourners endure
/
Gold numbers our life sift in patient grams,
Grifting greater graves aloft to obscure
Each brief interment where mourners endure
Despair encore for whatever poem crams
/One briefly shared patch where mourners endure
Their despair encore for each poem that crams



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His ten-nought verse./ His ten-wrought verse./ His ten-terse verse. /Ten-digit verse./ A tencount /tenscore verse./ A tenscored verse./ A counted verse./ Counted line verse./ A Knottcount verse. /A noughtcount verse./His nought-count verse./His ten-thump verse./His ten-shot verse. /A ten-wrought verse./ A ten-drab/ ten-sculpt/ ten-most / Countersculpt verse. /  Countercept verse./ Countermost/ Counterfirst/ Heircounted verse./ Countermore verse./ His counted verse./  Syllabic verse. / [the syllabic poet entombed in his count; ten thumps of the shovel to pat down the line; .... ] Countermade / countermode / countersheer / countershare/ counterspare/ counterpared/ counterpaired/ Paircounted verse./ Sharecounted/ Queercounted/ Quarecounted/ Quantcounted/ A tencount verse/
Croachcounted/ Clipcounted/ Thudcounted/ Groundcounted/Clodcounted/ Sheercounted verse.
Miscounted verse. / Your counted verse./

[Ten thumps of the spade to tamp down the line
Of your decadent verse, syllabic swine.
A tombful of sounds is all you've enkoined.]

/ A cross spot space where mourners [?] endure]
[The briefest portal where mourners endure]
[What space spares portal where mourners endure]
[Briefly spared portals where mourners endure]
[Share's briefly spared tomb where mourners endure]
Grifting greater graves aloft to obscure
Our briefly heired tomb where mourners endure
Their despair encore for that poem that crams
Everyone's verse.

The poor patch spared here where mourners endure

/ Grifting even grander graves to encroach
/Grifting grander graves up there[aloft] to encroach/ensnare [enshade [shadow
Our briefly spared space where mourners approach/may share [may spade [hallow/follow
Their despair encore for that poem that crams

Everyone's verse.  etc

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Grifting more highrose slablocks to encroach
This briefly spared space where mourners approach
To despair encore for that poem that crams

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Grifting grander graves aloft to swallow
This briefly spared space where mourners thrallow
Their despair etc

[The briefest aporia/portal where mourners endure]

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Grifting grander graves aloft to obscure
This briefly spared space where mourners endure
Their despair encore for that poem that crams 

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Grifting those grander towers that encroach
/Grifting even grander graves to encroach
This briefly spared space where mourners approach
/This spared space across which mourners approach
To despair encore for that poem that crams

Her every verse.  etc

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Grifting those gridlock towers that encroach
Grifting more highrose slablocks to encroach
This briefly spared space where mourners approach

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Grifting those babel[stable/libeled/tabled/fabled/gabled/?] towers that encroachThis spared space across which sculptors approach

To despair encore for that poem that crams

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This music must miss that requiem mold;

Such music must miss old requiem's mold;

My requiem may miss last music's mold;

This requiem may miss last music's mold;

Stay requiem amass that last songmold/ tonguemold;

Requiem mass for its last musicmold;

Can requiem surpass this music's mold;

The old tunes have entered their musicmold

This wall clangs silent the noise of growing old;

To whom was this wall sole-silent foretold;

For someone this wall was always foretold—

His mark is a wall still silent and cold;

This wall silences the noise of growing old;

May requiem amass last music mold;

//Any caption/caprise/reprise/surmise still traced by fingers/Carving stare-loom some epitaph that splits /Carving bare-loom some epitaph that splits/Carving bare loomed some epitaph that splits/ Any grace face that can be traced by fingers / Carved still in loom an epitaph that splits /No hushment left if this off rhyme reads death. /Carved still in loom some epitaph that splits  /No silence left if this off rhyme read death.

/No hushment held if this off rhyme read death.

/No hushment held if this off rhyme read: death.

/No hushment held if this off rhyme reads: death.

//For ultimate vertigo/catch-let-go in what crams/This spared space parsive syllables approach  /For that versus catch-and-let-go that crams  /This spared space where whiched/ditched syllables approach  /Their ultimate[rigorless/layabout] vertigo in what crams /Their layabout grandeur/certitude/energy in what crams

/Their desolate/vertigo/vertiginous despair in what crams /A vertiginous despair in what crams

/An intimate vertigo in what crams  / This spared space whose [....] boundaries/signories/signatories approach
/signeurials / walls— lintels . ceilings corner cornices / cornerstones / cornerfolds / corner /This spared space whose cornercapers approach tame /  same /  harm / 

//His tomb is a wall sole-silent and cold—/For whom is this wall sole-silent and cold— /A wall is his sole tomb, faceless and cold— /His sole tomb is a wall faceless and cold—His tomb is a wall sole silent and cold

/ This place brings a stop to the throes of getting old.   /  Host lost is this wall sole-silent and cold;  / 

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//Harps are all harm here in this home of stone /Harps are shown harm here in this home of stone.  /Harps are all thumbs here amid realms of stone:  /Harps are thumbless here, in this realm of stone.  /Harps are hurt thumbs here over realms of stone:  /Harps are all thumbs here in this realm of stone:  /Harps are confound here in thumbed realms of stone.  /Harps are for thumbs here in these realms of stone: //

/This space across which no sculptors approach

The despair encore of that poem that crams

Their every verse.  And yet whose plot lingers

More?  The terminal insistence of its

Limits to lament claims us loathened with

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This spared space where no sculptor dare approach

Despair encore of that lost poem that crams

/ Their every verse.  And yet whose plot lingers

More?  The terminal insistence of its
Limits to lament outclaims our loathe with

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