w i l l
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W I L L I A M M . G O T T L I E B
whorl foot to wind
Why will that a black-hot wildfire
spread rapidly as light, why wile
away your eyes from widely wifing
the drawn world, away to this widowly life
in Will’s wiggy wilds where dark wights –
letter-creatures
crawling into your features –
seek souls solitary as a reader,
why will this would of words to wily pupils
if not to make them weep as will-
owy
trees in the willing day cry beautifully?
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