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- to Marcus, Amida's poet -
listen to this single line:
a birdÂ’s cry over
moors and marshes
why
you see that former paper
soldier, falling from
his cross: the tumbling
curse like a rock
on anonymous graves
meanwhile the bird
soars praying over
moors and marshes
why
some rivers gain
eternal life, curling
like a golden braid
risen from an ancient tomb
wonder what her sighs
have been, her whispering,
her ultimate cry hovering
over flesh and bone
over moors and marshes
a lonesome bird
the river marking
a single why
(photoshop by Ludwig)
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