And
Fluttered loud the wings of the wise sleepy Owl.
Fluttered
I hear
Fluttered
Fluttered loud
Fluttered as in a Kristallnacht
There was the Human with Top Hat on his
Head:
In his direction came a wind that fanned
Machines:
There were machinations red
The scent of Turkish smoking
The smell of Norway dreams
And thoughts
And fjords
And summits high into waters giddying.
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