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the tadpole buoyant as basalt, the seahorse horsing in assault, the owlet in his greenery, the narwhal in his cup of sea, they all believe, they all believe, but collusion bleeds through back alleys, from parapets that end on feet, when one is weak they discreetly meet, they throw the bones into the street, and they progress, and we retreat, and all the books our fathers wrote, are in the middle of the road, little by little we implode, history brittle, brown and broke, we can't remember what was spoke, so we stare in wonder at the smoke, what it begets is born alone, we know not now what we have known!, ladies, breathe deep against your whalebones, for your children come home made of stone, the terror seething sees a way, or like the wheezing of the bay, in miniature agonies, they travel westward on the breeze, bring us all to our knees, the dappled horse, the sorrowed mare, with eyes that do not see but stare, beneath boots as black as malachi, he drives a nag into the night, into the night, and all the baby boys we've borne, with eyes averted from the storm, sent off to die in perfect form, we know now what we have known!, satellite photos, rhetoric, see how the euphemisms stick, and when they come back, broke and burned, those who return have not returned!

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Artist: joanna newsom