- so I took my resistance at Westhaven / the stormbirds were singing on the lawn #
- the moon never expects you to jump from her great heights #
- built the tiniest of castles in the sand, and left a shellprint of my hand #
- river branches, spelling patterns, spilling fortunes, forgotten language #
- but the bells which ring yearly spell his name #
- I'm a glass Buddha with horns and a halo #
- built the tiniest of castles in the sand, and left a shellprint of my hand #
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