*
It
was
a
gull!
broken
apart
and
still
you
need
your
shadow
spreading
out
as
a
single
cry
under
an
immense
wing
though
the
light
it
gives
off
sticks
in
the
ground
–each
feather
damp
from
opening,
closing
and
opening
again,
lit
between
shoreline
and
hidden
–you
dead
know
all
about
lying
down
then
carried
one
by
one
in
white
as
beautiful
as
overhead
and
a
small
stone.
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