Night-fed high silences
On the moon lit plains of
Flat topped hills
Where echo caves and coves
Beneath:
Over the long, long years and
Ages
Lines of the plain's rock
Split
To house ants, bees and
Other insects
And
Where the cruel chill of
Winds and waters
Seep
Seep
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