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Like a proud chicken
      one side alive with dragonflies
           the ovum with an old set of instincts
       with a lantern in the pores of an eternal clock
     an inverted saucer that pushes the continent apart
   abyssal plains all brass-colored hot black wire
 spines beneath the eye a velvety phase reflected
supernova remnants running over limestone shelves
   the water-lily leaves watching stillness propelled by three moons