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[Mandrake Vehicle 2]
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95 while the outpour, while the spilling tenets of green, the green parting to merge again on the far side of trunks (the still throats cloaked, the cut throats shrouded— [a suggestion, as the webbed root, rhizomatic, ground fine by the pestle, powdered]), for so the young ones loved nothing, could be pulled mute from the earth (and the bluff, the far planets turned silent on their pins, a tethered chariot to drag the moon, dull nub of eraser)—(It: a great wind, It: the prowling approaches with the breath of berries, It: fewer legs, the digits leathered, It: stained, stained, a dull ringing [and as if from within a clouded depth of water, the deaf hearing their name called, the deaf turning toward their name, at last, as from an old life])—pulled, or by lever—for only the old ones could bear, and too the olders shrieked (a once and gone, for in the sever, we all cried out unknowing—all of us tied, and the pain—then silence, and one of us missing who must too have helpless called and none of us heard, having deafened our ears with what rose as if from another throat, as if the dirt yawned up, sobbing, and the sound unbidden covered him and now the taken gone and we not hearing again but waiting, hushed, and the warmth not close enough, never enough, and the bright seeming, seaming, an underfold), and so the left olders clung for the bearing, the single stem fractured, so from the broken: arms: one white flower, hung—(or by coil, by the head-weight dropped and the body, with beneath kicked away, and the catch absent: the buoyant, arms to break the falling—and the catch: a cold sticking of breath, crude halt in the pendulum), and so the olders waiting: each one alone holding its two umbrellas, and the born, the borne thing between, at the gap of seams, in the path of the falling—for no one could see it coming (at the petiole [tipped pedestal] a dropper) and the flower disheveled in a ruffle of white, deeply dyed, a clear distillation: clear on the still lip [for some of them drank], hardened on the hardened lip, as a fine glue of sky— 96 while the outpour, while the spilling tenets of green, the green parting to merge again on the far side of trunks (the still throats cloaked, the cut throats shrouded— [a suggestion, as the webbed root, rhizomatic, ground fine by the pestle, powdered]), for so the young ones loved nothing, could be pulled mute from the earth (and the bluff, the far planets turned silent on their pins, a tethered chariot to drag the moon, dull nub of eraser)—(It: a great wind, It: the prowling approaches with the breath of berries, It: fewer legs, the digits leathered, It: stained, stained, a dull ringing [and as if from within a clouded depth of water, the deaf hearing their name called, the deaf turning toward their name, at last, as from an old life])—pulled, or by lever—for only the old ones could bear, and too the olders shrieked (a once and gone, for in the sever, we all cried out unknowing—all of us tied, and the pain—then silence, and one of us missing who must too have helpless called and none s h ard a n d en d ur e with what rose as if from another throat, as if the dirt yawned up, sobbing, and the sound unbidden covered him and now the taken gone and we not hearing again but waiting, hushed, and the warmth not close enough, never enough, and the bright seeming, seaming, an underfold), and so the left olders clung for the bearing, the single stem fractured, so from the broken: arms: one white flower, hung—(or by coil, by the head-weight dropped and the body, with beneath kicked away, and the catch absent: the buoyant, arms to break the falling—and the catch: a cold sticking of breath, crude halt in the pendulum), and so the olders waiting: each one alone holding its two umbrellas, and the born, the borne thing between, at the gap of seams, in the path of the falling—for no one could see it coming (at the petiole [tipped pedestal] a dropper) and the flower disheveled in a ruffle of white, deeply dyed, a clear distillation: clear on the still lip [for some of...