Incense of the west
Incense of the east
To the right!
The monastery is open
To moonlight and
The
Crags whitening below
Below…
There be soldiers
Marching
Marching
Marching
I view and see only
Figures,
Figures,
Figures.
The trees move not.
The trees shake not.
Steam the heat
Intolerable.
SV Hope ferrets the
Sea
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