loss
on on through the pale plastered dawn the morningsickness sun hidden and i in my pale impaled up on the wail of a twisted tone ridden (revised 05/27/00) [renamed anguish] on on through the paleplastered dawn the morningsickness sun hidden and i in my pale impaled upon the wail of a twisted tone ridden
Words of My Father 
Jonathan (son #3) said,
29 June 2006 at 12:43 pm
Another version of this appears, on p. 74, of the steno notebook labeled “The Shadow Box,” essentially the same, but with more standard line breaks:
on on
through the paleplastered dawn
the morningsickness sun
hidden
and i in my pale impaled
upon the wail of a twisted tone
ridden