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Farewell,
You wistful moon-tempest warrior
Hail the vestal harvest rose
With snowdrift hair & tempting spider-fingers
Surrender the stage to poppies in bloom

Ancient freeways lure the dead
Into the belly of the iron-snake night
Through the mouth of the desert
This earth of myrrh & secrets & digital chill

So start up your Firebird
And follow the clouds


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