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Champ de Manœuvres And then

The silent tides of melting light

Assail the hill, imbue

My errant soul.

Mine empty body broods

One with the inanimate rocks …

The last red rays are fierce and irritant.

Then wakes my body on the lonely hill,

Gathering to its shell my startled soul.

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