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Feb 2014
That terran voice
Has little weight,
Is slow and late;
But voice sooner
Trade all feature,
It had  a teacher
And is other.

That like a forest
Keeps all time,
If nighttime isn't
The death of that;
For time is miles
But the people's struggles,
Where goblin has lurked
Eager and deadly.

If that is never
A goblin's measure
Nor, began that;
Is goblin at rest
But when it drift
Thought shall not near
The oldness there,
And oddness steal
Her ceaseless shake.
An assignment. Created from a deconstruction of W.H.Auden's poem *This Lunar Beauty*
Conar McVicker
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Conar McVicker  West Virginia
(West Virginia)   
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