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(Brock / Calvert)

our legends tell
we came from a seed
that travelled at
a whirl-wind speed
till it came to rest
upon this land
that once was green
is now all sand;

that buried us
up to our eyes
and made us watchers
of the skies:
till shadow-wings
came for our sight
and left us to
conspire with night.

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