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Late, always
And in pain
Abandoned in a waste of grass

Meaning
Rolling through it
As if

Articulate
Or even true
Nothing survives

Lives separate
Inescapable
Garrulous birds

Dotting the grass in the town
The bare rocks where it ends
Slips down into the sea

That's also uncertain
As prophecy
Cries of birds

What they tell us
Blind and automatic
Black and white

Affect nothing here
Wisdom escaped
Warned

Flown at night
Into the dark glowing sky
And what lies beyond