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Instrumental Elements
Night closes her black box
but little birds spill out,
scattered shadows
throwing morning voices
wing to tree,
cloud to wing.
Fluid blue belly
in earth's churning throat;
opens song;
petal, leaf and eye,
sleeping past thirst for light.
Dawn drags birth
in skies her slow strength
feeds small mouths
milky white.
Flooding up
come locust tongues
to muscle sun
wrestling life,
each salty
flame's drop
swallowed touch,
day's basking strings
sung down singed silver's
coming night.
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