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SOUNDINGS

This night of mist the deer barks through the woods.
Stand-offish as you please, he makes his way
Triumphantly at one with adverse climes.
He has sired the whole world, it seems, to claim his name.

Daylight brings noise. We shout and whoop
Wild as a troop of monkeys down the road
That leads to our destruction all too soon
As we shake to bits a world we would not own.

      Alasdair Aston
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