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71 Elegy The dry washes seining the horizon of the horses; men on tarps in the boxcar dark thinking of Earth, as an artifact of snow; the barbed-wire: the near weightlessness of being caught on all three strands and saying nothing, or calling out; (nothing, in having knelt, indicating god—and nothing, in his knees never reaching the ground; nothing indicating prayer—or prayer made discreet by the body) receipts, from his pockets, lettering fieldstone; and his vertigo tightening the circling of the hawks—or speeding a thousand years of circles of rock into breaking, here and there, from the earth: where he is the center of his spinning and then he is not. ...

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