Prophet’s rest

Sunbeam sings sanguine
Shot from serine sills
Sails across
Sinks behind
Settles, slow and blind

Heavens’ hope heavy now
Jacob’s descendants defend golden cow
and how!
The wow bows, embittered
From brow of the hill, skittered
glittering thrills, spun by empty shills

Bent this way, trees in tilled field
yield to willfull wind
Falling
Killed

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