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| 64 Murmur Spider web combed in time. Constant blossom. Listen. Horn of fire, mouth of stars. Belt worn to fend off the storm. Two ways of entering the mountain. Murmur of clouds, frame of the river. Burned sticks in a circle. Footprint talk, sore wrist. Long rain and equation. Necklaces are scars. Angel thought, guitar arrival. Wing dream. Snow capped peaks past belief. Buried in the rocks—council eye spinning the ring of the moon. Kneeling between oceans. The tossed wheel is a blue forehead opening its eyes. Predator leaves thumbnail behind. Names the horizon without a name. Word tongues the crows. Snowflake cry. Name it. ...

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