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Wittgenstein's Ladder.

      "Witchfinder's holiday"

None but ashes makes this bridge so stern.
I followed, at a distance, till i lost
      in hazy waves of thirst
   some outcome in the pinkblue dawn.

Say they were friends, who might or might not thrive:
propinquity & gibberish as much,
      blown across the heights.
   These, among the jests of love.

None but ashes makes this bridge so stern.

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