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The pale,

The sandy.

Land, muddy.

Outside, a green paddock.

Sleep and the trap of a one-eyed beast

His dark eye sees

Disturbed, in some strange way.

The tents are like a monarch butterfly falling,

The Invisible Hand warning

The Invisible Hand’s enemy,

The one-eyed beast,

Ransacked the town

 

Then life rebuilt

After mistreatment

Of beings, like a fallen plant replanted

By a new seed.

The beast had to die,

Before life came back.

 

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