The hope a mooncalf follows
is sacrifice for slaughter,
and yet the wings of swallows
still skip across the water. 

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The Calm of the Sea

Upon the height of Tarkankut The pennant at the crow’s

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The Akkerman Steppe

  I launch myself across the dry and open narrows,

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