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Houses Of The Holy
Apricot heat of
the sun
unseen
beats on little
washed-out buttcheeks
What palisades pull
upon your rawboned
knees?
Will your twiggy
limbs lunge through
The Crunge
& faintedly find reprieve?
Or,
will there be
No Quarter
for sallow souls as these?
Dancing through Days
(No, I know you "ain't disclosing no names"!)
on the anti-rain
plane
Naked love
Over Hills they came
& naked in pain
down & dusty...
away again
***
For the album cover comp. Led Zeppelin' s Houses Of The Holy album cover has always delightfully confused me, ever since I remember seeing it as a wee thing. There are bits and additions for fans couched in here :)
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