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emerge the seeds
the biting morning light catches the hands

The bare shed
lays down its walls before us

Now - divine miracle rumbles the thunder

piercing rays light up a slow stage

the dark bull that undresses its love
and mates in a far corner

dutifully the banners fly
mutedly fruits fall in the sand

Barely audible the day had gone
final subsiding cries
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