(writhe excise)

My brain is the fit of this glamorous season.

(the ghost alone)

My brain is the hum of hospital sheets.

(profit plains)

My brain is the late window watcher taken to the stage.

(wing wishes)

My brain is the answer carved under the sage.

(spurn the lion)

My brain is the blank form of galore.

(on solemn hunts)

My brain is the plea released.

(the trumpet floor)

My brain is the lesser dawn waiting at the end of the world.

(stairs back)

My brain is the heart's reckless mettle.