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Quoth the Impostor.

Posted on the 23 January 2015 by Gray Eyed Athena @grayeyedowl

This old black crow again.

Wings tacked in pinioned lines

sheen like the slick of oil


Wings outstretch


and the air draws tight

A drum.

unfurled and rippling, scratch scratch at the pounded earth

A single beat, a reverberation

(Hollow intonation)

And this is what you feel in your bones.

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