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May 16, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

Black Earth.

As dark as weasel toes we dig for agate glow
Where once were diamonds below coal
Lie mudcoat stones of mortal kind
Some say shaded magic casts a starless night
Hides the toil of hooded sky
As quiet shipwrecks leak their hold
Then ride on nightmare’s foals
All, spitting dust to claim,
Our ill-considered souls.


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