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Mar 2011
this poised indelible knot)

(of untranslucent lodging rock

that mets so eagerly

                                    a

         n

              d

shorns the tousled bed of sky

a circlet of watching cobalt

supreme and rigidly manicured

wi

        th

the stormy lips of god

they(who;are,a,marvelous’girded.fauld:of gray)

speak

with whitish freezing voice

to say upon the noble cap

                                         this organized heap

                 of lean sinuous

stone

their icy tongue

which laps the bare skull

of the untremulous mountain

irrevocably spouting on the horizon
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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   Nina McNally
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