small cohorts bear flags eagerly on through the days up the mountain
riff-raff with the cloven hoof of avarice; while I wait for some
side-track and other...........................................................
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with an occasional flattering of the tarps and -
games devoid of emblematic charge and -
sun at my shoulder
translated by Nichloas Grindell
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