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in
the steppes
(Borodin)
a conch
calls
that was
the sea once
on
horseback then
the
bamboo tune
nothing
cultivated
life is
far
a star
is ringing
so dawn
it's out
of the night
the
ancestors come
days to
a lake
no one
chose the Palaeo-diet
last
snows track
the
desert from the desert
conjure
tomorrow for a destination
a mount
is pointed
hooves
know the way
all this
forgotten now
Ah. Marvelous.
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