Sport 40: 2012
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this is the spot where luck trickles away. only that
will be saved that is written in the index of the sea,
in the strata of woods silted in sand: to find hag stones brings
luck!! not finding hags, not finding dead old birds, finding holes
perhaps, not the search for new GODS. just finding hags,
stones and amber, the bloodletting of ancient trees, only
inclusions of our whispering dreams are never to be found.
no more crowns in the silt, no lizards, and no inkling of wind.