Snail
That
Awaiting
Dusk
To
Emerge
Its
Horns
Puts
Out
To
Hear
Every
Sound
Of
Earth
And
Of
Under
Earth
behind
The
Cloud
The
First
Sound
Of
The
Night
On
The
Floor
Of
The
Ox
Came
Rumbling
Sounds
Then
Ceased:
Censer
Of
The
Skies
Giant
That
Skims
Around
The
Stars
Trembling
There
Be
A
Snail
On
EarthAnd
It
Be
Trembling
For
Issuing
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