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No wonder we turn sometimes
away from men altogether
beyond reach of the Voices
to that Ur-world that exists—somehow
it still exists—without questions,
simply living its laws … Lord,
even at a crow's cawing far off
on a winter morning, nothing
to do with us—some
errand of its own cross-
country cross-cloud cross-
wind—one can be shivered, blown away
into the irrefutable …











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