Delicately drains
and sticks at the end
Hail Mother Mary and God save you
traslucid a bit before
Awaits from the quaver's edge a step
and falls at the end
loosening off perhaps
and another prism
above flow and smooth, smooth
then free at once
selfslambanging to the other cloud
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