White ChickensClearly they were allowed in to peck, to mis- take kernels for cobs, for ![]() whole fir groves grown: ![]() small for big, till tall lilies as whole men made their heads felt, as headlamps, worn warily, turn towards ![]() & plume dust-fits into angels we think moths passing cameras are our final lovers blooming at form ![]() those shapes of course scare us for what kind of body, fault, yield would not we find, ![]() at the early edge, felt with the cold toe, impossible? |
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