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Three-Passenger Ship

And to our Atlas, as hers To the best of dawn, and the sea Floes of fish to coral Evidence be on the climb And substance heard, in prayer By particular way, honesty then Parchments of bread and maple Perhaps out of season- And Victory knew The edifice of days- back in tow And in her revenge, a catapult by the Maine Prodigy asleep But staying in Fortune This be the chill In beautiful air, to the distance with planes As they go Westward To a place of springing sea With other washmelt To the time, bless this ground And in the sympathy gait There was no noise to abate And vlad was sick Leeward May And had a plan in hand To announce a sub to a statue Nuclear ocean, the clear death of Holland Fearing the nights of other Crosses And on simple days, a church by a curb Setting lights upon servience Carroe few but this mist- And Audubon carry Perfumes of muster and the sick This is vlad’s place, they heard Digital and Troy Captive to all-hold In verdance by the Maine Happening know In the isles- and the end of the World Places by dawn And dealing there- to be gone.