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at dusk through wheat fieldthrough the olive grovesand vineyardsinsects like aeroplanesfly past the strolling mancrackling spike planthovering hawkall on the ground alivetake a swig of moonshinelisten to the madness whineandalucianandaluciansunflowersbulls and purple beeslisten to the lone wolfstrollingtake a swig of moonshinetaste its heady wineandalucianandaluciansunflowersbulls and purple beeslone wolf howlinglone wolf howlingstrolling wolfstrolling wolfandalucianthe morning star has long since gonethe sun is high in the skyshadowless a figure standsstranded on venus sandsup in the blue and circlingthe seabirds watch and waitfor movement of a certain kinddown on their dinner platewhere children playeda flower layspulled and torn up by its rootsand where it stood the empty spacejust screams...................................................................down on the flats baby turtles racefor safety of the big deepand white caps come crashing inindifferent to tender fleshshriek of attack then moving ina raucous clash a gourmet dinof cruel gull beaks and tearing skinscreaming...........................................................................lit by the evening star at venus sandsagainst a blood orange skythere's a shadow of a figure proneabandoned and all alonevenus sands
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