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The magpie in the Joshua tree 
Has come to rest. Darkness collects, 
And what I cannot hear or see, 
Broken limbs, the curious bird, 
Become in darkness darkness too. 
I had been going when I heard 
The sound of something called the night; 
I had been going but I stopped 
To see the bird restrain his flight. 
The bird in place, the shadows dropped 
As if they waited in the light 
Before I came for centuries 
For something I could never see; 
And what it was became itself, 
And then the bird, and then the tree; 
And then the force behind the breeze 
Became at last the whole of me.

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 13 Feb 2012 5:16 AM | Viewed: 2797 times

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