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Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
in their stiff, painted clothes,
the pale unsatisfied ones
appear and disappear in the depth of the sky
with all their helms of silver hovering side by side
and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

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