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The Mothership.

"Then twanged a cord. Through space, from Oultremer
That other arrow veered toward your heart."

—Charles Spear

Imperial Habsburg crypt.

"EARLY MARCH ON FARM-TO-MARKET 302

A windpuff-bonnet of fáawn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
O let them be left, wildness and wet

A sapphire zephyr out of the south sky
Has filled the creek and packed the bright brown shells
Of oakbud, mesquite, cedar. And the high
Sephiroth of the season calls its spells.

Sandro's blue lover bursts into the time,
A rough annunciation: Chloris speaks
Forth April's Flora like a wanton rhyme:
In pains of love the flowery cosmos shrieks.

My priest Saint Gerard, you knew the desire
That made the father father-forth the spring:
However cruel and violent the fire,
It cannot help but sing."

—Frederick Turner via

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