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When at dawn I find three stones at my Doorstep, I smile at dawn Prayers, in haste, come to my lips My eyes rove wantonly and behold a Poet caressing a naked virgin. When at dawn I find three stones at my Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears I prepare a costly repast for a palmist My smile is faint. I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s Dreams and not her nightmares I am African, black as soot, and revering Soot’s commands with it. When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze I smile at dawn who had brought forth The three stones which my dog in three Sneezes wets. I nod. My dog winks. We await messages from the stones.