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Poet Seer
Around, around
as in haze
and trance
the Hastings Gardens
dance
around, around
with ghosts and shrouds
and spirits
moaning loud:
white is the thunder
and the flash that roars
is because the heavens immense
to-night
became one giant lion.
a lemon hangs
a
peasant
in
the
fields
at
night
he
sings
with him a shepherd sings
competing.
The sheep go round quiet
sleep not
are one with night
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