Here the widening Land gathered, jumbled, at its life's edge Swelling its softening summerscapes. Dry billowing winds Traipsed joyfully along a distant sinking horizon line in the West. Now seen from the bullying cloud-crowded sky, a tiny Trawling river traces its way, burrowing into and through its Red raw striated canyons, now riven, side …
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