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IN THE GOLDEN TREE

from A Dearth of Prose


In the golden tree,
sing to me sweetly
a song of alchemy.
Make the stormclouds mercury.
Make the sun to climb
the mountain pine
my frosty spine.
Sweetly sing to me
of the vine
telemetry:
by the waters of Babylon
have we sat down
and remembered,
I remember Zion.






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