The time of crows for mixed bales
Each roll of scarecrow hexes
Sunlight elopes with bland hollows thrown to a wet eclipse
Nicety digits have hidden relays of streaming silk dust
Call across the water to move a moon
I'm a spark of thought, baby shale
The codex of mingling slips its head into floating envelopes
tearing gumbo trees in its Ming dynasty library
The shovels of rain, liquid teeth
Evolutionary mechanism ice pallor
follows the changed shirt
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