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Diablerie, v. 1, issue 3, March 1944

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                        TO THE LOSERS

   Windsleep to a slow melodious whisper sift over gutterleaf and pyramid in rhapsodies of forgetfulness here is a slumber deeper than death more embracing than womens' hair braid long and lax sleep in the wind the breath of night one with the citymurmur and desolate streets swift insanity of mechanical movement the clotted turmoil of intellects revolving in orbits too cramped too painful for natural existence these but the dreams of an awkward god sleep morning will never come too bright emphatic here wells forth the quicksilver windwine scent of slumber and the opiate of stillness stars sting as tiny silver scimitars and the moon is a burning brand and windsleep a cloak of cobwebs folds about the lamplight and is gone.

                                                     —Lea

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12 TO THE LOSERS Windsleep to a slow melodious whisper sift over gutterleaf and pyramid in rhapsodies of forgetfulness here is a slumber deeper than death more embracing than womens' hair braid long and lax sleep in the wind the breath of night one with the citymurmur and desolate streets swift insanity of mechanical movement the clotted turmoil of intellects revolving in orbits too cramped too painful for natural existence these but the dreams of an awkward god sleep morning will never come too bright emphatic here wells forth the quicksilver windwine scent of slumber and the opiate of stillness stars sting as tiny silver scimitars and the moon is a burning brand and windsleep a cloak of cobwebs folds about the lamplight and is gone. —Lea