"And with them rushed swart algebras, disturbed" --Nimrod, V.
constellations moving on,
we clutch an outworn zodiac;
the season-words of yore will mock
tomorrow's loyal haiku fan.
but not these scenes detain me--
my ticket's to the end of the line;
my work is with the yawing Wain
& the Camel's Eye tiny.
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