Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees

of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief

The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine

white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
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And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills

the bringin' the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus

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