Awake again today. The lark still lies.
Dark the rilles which remark “Still night”.
Lies still while the smart fox disguises what ills his corpse-mind prizes;
Skulks, prones, courts day’s first strokes upon his rufous cloak and flanks;
Watched flock moving over bitten salient with the unassailability of a tank.
Alchemisland 
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