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12.22.2005
Throat of the Bird
...they camecreeping,slabber-ing dogs[thought] or some lone hyaena ostracized from the pack stalking a way in,a way back.The civilized days are gone. Somewhere in nature a creature is dying... nowhere in nature is it written: "reverence will sustain you".The snow sets high, now- sounds of its silence deafen the ear, tightens the throat of the bird... sing loud, sing loudand live.
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