Hear me speak shallow dogs and children of the corners!
A crisp bolt of lightning will strike an artesian oak
that marks the center of gravity in the proximate cyprus swamp
next tuesday at 7:02 pm.
Wind beaten branches had been placed in its worldworn tower
to create the home of an eagle, graven upon a gold dollar,
with fledglings having brought their birth on the prior sunrise.
There was something in the smell of smoke that was intransient.
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