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On the Lost Coast 

There is a crack between
day and night
that is not cold
nor loaming dark.
A place for brutal beasts
to rise up like myth and greet us.

If we are not careful
we will not hear them sing.
If we are not careful we will
fall prey to the pretty picture
of elk at sleep in the grass.

To be effective it should
sound purer than any
dream of heaven ever was.
To be effective it should look
a lot like the meeting between
a rotten log and a bear’s claw.

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