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among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
moonlight deep and tender
royal feast was done
my soul is a dark ploughed field
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
braided and woven
she was a beauty in the days
i saw the clouds among the hills
the earth keeps some vibration going
brother, i am fire

 



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