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3 Rider Unhorsed First reeds at the pathside became vocal then the dunes’ curve met the curvature inside my eye. I saw Polaris become five-pointed, and red pines closed the sky as bluebells opened it. This is vision country. As to where my horse is, my steed of good deeds and satchel of bad lemons, or how my head became a tuning fork in a thicket, I’m too busy to answer. The alder’s summer is speckled and short-stalked; the blackbird parades its reds; nuthatches dangle down. Linger with me; step out of your swivet. Be mind-muddied a while, and temple-robbed. Be lullabied by the music of far-off bells. ...

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