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At the Hearing

Hand at heart,
     the hearth’s heat heard here.
Stand!
 - astound a still silk sound.
     persuade the fleshbell tell;
listen little;
listen well.


Glass glistens, cracks away
part 
and
 parcel
 more than before.
Clear clean space
Sweeps away.

Truth-seekers weep.

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