Bated ruby, guru occult,
you show yourself to us
after we— in gambit of breed,
of anchorite, of wind-thieved
bondage—have broken fast
an hour terraced, gifted.
Unskulled by our new names,
no need now to pronounce
yours. Unleashed dogs,
magnolia tongue, galleries of clouds
scud your historical, destined tidings,
votary, from branch to branch.
Where now? Where ever be your twigs
& shell & twining, we are your flying.
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