There is mist
And of course, of course
There is something blue
I learned at the sound
Instead of sinking deeper
And after my elevation
Now permitting, her, a smile
Just as the great wheels begin to turn
The specter scarcely moves
And the ribbons
Which hold the mask
At the base of the animal's skull
Are intertwined, like horns-transcribed
An expression on a face
And the smaller ones
Were slight
Lying prone
The edge of planting
And then
There you are
Almost
"I am ready"
But it has another danger
Forged in bits of bronze
Where the door has opened
For its third time
And I am glad for this company
Upon hearing the first time
Of flower
And when the hunt has closed
Horizon drops
To mark this moment
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