talking to the ghost who speaks in tongues— flames indulged and torn in two * pulled down among the darkness from where I came and where I’ll go * a game of chance— you laugh in my face as you drown in the River Styx …
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it is a shadow day of wind-blown trees that sway their bare limbs and crows that pierce the winter air in every cut of the sickle’s swing
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