by Steve Tanham
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Within the sky
You formed one day
I have you said
With dipping horn
Not gone away
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I willed you go
Your old one eye
Belligerent
Inclined to stay
Declined my sigh
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Am home, it cried
Among and in
The shallow mind
The narrow gaze
The snarling din
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Resistant to
My magic frown
This hungry eye
Just widens now
And gazes ever down
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©Stephen Tanham
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