Feathers in the sky from heavens raining
Anger of the heavens immense
In an equational signification
And proportional directly
To the moons surging, overlooking the
Hooting caves down the valley attached
A dragon of love in one of the caves lives
There is a passion in its belching love-song
There be dragon footprints on the plain
The dragon wanders; wanders to old Mtahleb
And in the Dawn millions of night-dews shine
A cart rut wheel is heard.
Though the ruts in part be there, I see no cart.
My ears hear rumbling occasional
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