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The poetess finishes the wordstone, measure and hazard.

She cuts on the bias through other ages of other litigations.

She auscultates the day and discovers only night plumed with

autumn.

She bursts, vested in the simplest act, into the congregation hall.

She gets on her knees with her riches in the iguana's lair . . .

Once quite ready, she goes back to the starting place. The abuse

place.

Disclaimed are her sacred birds, her dimlit cave, her mode and

rarity.

Cowardice and foreign recklessness fronting the age and its solid

gold periods.

The poetess responds to every fire, all chimera, knotted brow,

loftiness

that replicates itself in equal sorrow, in equal wrestle through

more shade

through a grain of additional sweetness for rank grown old.

The poetess shows her eagles. She is resplendent in their deep

cloud wings.

She is made mistress of the seasons, the four she-dogs of fair

and foul weather.

She is made mistress of gravel and scalped land chosen with

forethought.

She nails a great fiery macaw where she has to get down on her

knees.

The poetess finishes the wordstone, measure and hazard.