Deaf
Deafening
The
Waters
Surge
And
Falling
From
The
Heights
They
Thunder
Close
Your
Ears
Look!
Look
There
The
Cymbals
Were
Streaming
Light
A
Faint
Blue
Sleeping
Sleeping
Sleeping
In
To
The
Alcove
Of
The
Night
A
Baker's
furnace
Call
To
The
Bats
On
Wing
Rotating!
The
Church
Be
In
a
haze
its
spiral
rising
yet
in
a
haze
fading
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