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Redeem the world
in the museum with a candlestick
Colonel Rublev on the Dancing Hare
a flared bow, lozenge shaped mullions
& a sculpted mast complex
of the dead inside echoes
a mirror egg shaped
curses you sincerely
beyond the grave
the mouths of our enemies
scrubbed like holy poverty
Headington Hill Hall
trail of a burning myth
sketch it on the ground
garlanded rich union
of familiar burnt out
public secrets
like english poetry
