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		<title>upon realizing winter</title>
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		<description> we, the sun, eat the dark  
star by star, for you dear moon

for you dear moon, the blue sky
the gray sky, the every breeze

we, the sun, sip the dark
night by night, for you dear moon

for you dear moon, green fingers
reach to warm earth, to mountain top

we, the sun, dance the dark
wave by wave, for you dear moon

for you dear moon, the abyss
the behemoth, the only deep

we, the sun, become the dark
word by word, for you dear moon

for you. 
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		<description>   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.  </description>
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