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| 24 Amarma The night’s eye in the foliage of famine. The bristling fox in the tattered trees. The graves of children burned in a fire. The change of advisors leading their souls astray. The closeness of a triangle and a tooth. The system of radishes vanishing again. Their blind roots transforming rage. The sessions from another era changing the landscape. The imitation of arrow and sharp spleen. The coat and hat left behind the stairs. The pebbles by the river useless and untouched. The notes of skeletal history collected to please. The night’s eye in the dance of mushrooms. The speaking owl hidden in the hands. The water moving around the green logs. The stolen glance shaping all things. The flame growing on a knot in the tree. The cluster of bathed demons breathing in balance. The sudden door closed and locked. The flimsiest of reasons saving the neighborhoods. The clouds moving into the distant valley. The phrase lying in doubt before rapture arrives. The gate to the bridge falling into the river. The game room simply a family album. The night’s eye blinking for the last time. The music from the lower spheres heard too soon. The prelude about the night the moon fell. ...

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