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Art songs, poems by Dwale.

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The seasonal storms have poured upon the grassy flat, The leafless stalks abound like thirsty mouths. Puddles form and soon are swarmed with little fish, @@ -28,7 +29,24 @@ At once he feels his lungs become bereft of breath, His daughter nudges him, to no effect. She walks away rememb’ring days they stalked the plains, Within her womb there grows a golden bloom.
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p.8

Summer, season of hot insomnia, That much never seems to change at all. Laying awake in the red desert night, @@ -45,6 +63,7 @@ I bandage my tattered, bitten left hand And shed the smoke rings on my cloven finger.

Face down in the leaves

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We crawl through moist humus like millipedes, Feasting on dirt and dead, crumbling leaves While striped skies cycle through violet hues, @@ -66,6 +85,7 @@ Alive, a god to mites and mud-daubers. The harvestmen scuttle and bob onwards.

Dirt Garden

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My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, @@ -227,7 +247,7 @@ We take this evening’s cool (Mi no ue no kane tomo shirade yusuzumi - p.39 - summer)