Pigeons of desire
Across the water-spuming front
The irate rocks desire
Desire as the pigeons desire
And instead
Of seagulls circling round there
Be seagulls in a dim light of
Centuries.
For by descent, descendants
Extend over the centuries and
In as proportion direct
The light of an ancestor
Grows
Dim
Dim
Dim
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