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Through the night sky quilt, White stillness Hovoves, Its trail trace Against the cloud soft marrow Horizon tense tense – A rodent eye without seeing, measuring only shadows of That does not break The line. Feather-Claaks, sewn to the moon silver breath, resort to anything. Hanging out of salts suspended, its invisible fall; The hunter,…
 
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        