In the gyre vaunted of the Age of the Tilpimultuk Truce:
Strife in the skittish beginning of the red-masked summer—
Several hooded, whispering devils appear on the eclipse;
They stand outside doors of imminent peril yet never enter,
While odd and discordant young frogs overrun all the land,
Crying loud and full-throated, for two hundred and
Twenty hours.
A wise and subtle advocate suffers a transformation on the
Fourth day
After the first volumes of his monumental work are published
By virtue of his office. He is led by a string of sudden and
Desperate crimes
Into brotherhood with pirates, abiding day and night in
Their ships.
Within a small empty village a white-soled girl hallucinates,
Her tears astir with joy and hope, dreaming from perilous
Heights,
Winged as the sunbird, in circling flight above a twice-blest
Realm.
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