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Village Transmission (8)

The emaciated wars tomorrow
A surprise in the dark
The cages of the fruit terrify

I know after two streets of grief
Angels
And streets and a camp toward the lord

I know the water before the despair
In joyful mammals
Every day, at a cheap price

Of the hopelessness, bit by bit
In the form of a goat
I know the remainder of a strange dove
Before the horizon enflames:

You believe in the sea
We lay the story in the sand
I believe in the sun and split headache
In the rough bridge at times of peace
The soprano emanating from the curving hand
The aethereal agitated above the roofs of a village

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