All things are in stasis.
All creaturely heats
Pouncing to kill, mid air frozed.
Whose purpose defeats!
Bestilled, leaf. Cloud as fair
Themselves once seen, too
Wind-assailed and wind-chased.
Out there; a day through.
This fright paralyses!
A reunion day's.
Not its word, afar, as by
What, facing, relays.
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