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October 6, 2012

rooster crow at midnight, a transformed

echo of the soundless white dodo

 

the white that is never quite,

the breeze that is always quite

 

the manybirds of air and song, with

meshing sounds that thatch episodes

 

across rambles of syllable,

murmurs and bleats

 

throwing a line

to catch a balance

then relinquish

and tap hands

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