winter seeds' diapason
soaring at night
in temperance of trees
to superscription
in reliquary of lights
with its baton
advancing syntax
of forever rising glee
in bread
of the angels' town
releases view
of mansions and raptors
in shining shadows
looming loud
in their length
silent and still,
finally the raptor
with lens perfection
in surveyor's eye
sets the point
and talons thrive
off on wing
in argosy of glory,
and long the mansion
remains insouciant
still and smug

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