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flocks of geese, flocks of stars








How well do they mix, the flocks. Of geese amongst stars. All together they seem, don't they, they seem to be writing purposeful letters ... T ... V ... X ...









Am I reading things? Am I reading PYX ... VEX ... STYX ... ?





Who am I vexing by DIPPING my pyx into the styx of the sky?




An adverse wind blurs my eyes.







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