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A Snowmill

In and out of the wheel about
To our drift and o’er to get
By going grey and in our youth
With cutbacks to heal the blow
It was here and heaven-
Our totallest wish
And all the spoils of time
Prayed for soft spaces
And branches of Lyne
Two hundred of Eire and a dollar
But those days were few
Til we vacuumed the skies
And sheltered between lightnings-
And hell

But the price of the Sauerteigs
was heavenly sweet
And we forgave the paint ball by Tin
And we’ve seen it, our precious landing
By the lake and its madrigal line
Offering boxes and bread
And skybelts of what we want
While the nest of the falcons nearby
And is it said,
Probably not today,
The crashes of hate centre along
And Cathedrals had rung
From the East to the seas
For Jen and for Mississippi the breeze
Peace raining on that open sky
To the gadget into
Talking madly by firelight and wishing the sun
Off to the skiff and golden Pacific
To the interrealm of no more alone
We blessed the angels and prayed for time
With our simple small country
And Finland chose nectar
Three cheers

I was the bird in the tower
With official gate news
To Rome on a freighter yet plentiful
And tiny kin wrapped unto me
In a leap year of feldspar
To the heavens above and down here

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