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In the new conglomerate
The sun sits in cloud
White through the scales of gray
To the palisade grooved, curbed--
The sky in reduction
Canyoned.
Shoot the city, hawk dive
Tuck, wide to close sped
Smooth gear slid--
From foreshortened towers shadow-webbed,
To full- frame prey,
And pause, upon a final disarray.

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Touching the night, fingertip
Recall day's clarifying
Impulse, the warm and
Sweep of light.
Take the memory,
In her's receding,
Save in lone night.

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The shadow's in the grackle in the tree shade

Dark in dark and shooting beams

From yellow eyes,

And spreading coolness thru in-feathered sparks of blue.

Open, beak, silence

In summer her silent gasp

And wings of shadow

Dark, and sun beyond.

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The jar tyranny of expectation, in ocean
Absence unpossessed of anything but the hour's false measure;
A tourette of hope and calamity
Become a wall in the sand to the water's edge.
We do not conclude. This is.

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At the private beach there was nothing to feel but the ocean
Which pushed its silence over the sand and the bathers
Whose words held no sound.
No luxury of idleness, but a stone of the next
On a moment's spring compressed.

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Not to the manner writ
Nor figured in a realm aside to purpose set,
But a bespoke eye in the mirror unmet
In harried stillness, in arrested distraction.