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By Stephen Date: 2002 Mar 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.14.06.46.1036]] |
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to lay eyes upon a stork white and fellow, I follow it falls down from the hunter tornado floating winter hateful foe, I be the fallen it twirls from a fire stick when torch touches the lips you press deeper, smoother when queer rods de-feather it sighs blemish last breathings and I cope in open skies and find comfort in caved silences covering my bleakish ears you perform your birdcall once more and another fallen touches the earth and another taming has given birth shaken destiny, my only epiphany the last stork has received the staking and Yves smiles no more |