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─────Racer still sleep becalmed sufferer with the wound In the throat burning and turning all night afloat on the silent road we have heard the sound that came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet under the mile off moon we trembled listening to the racer track sound flowing like blood from the loud wound and when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing the voices of all the drowned swam on the wind. (1890' : PATH) ..
───── The power of alien
racers in the path of best
exhaust fumes burning in
exalting high speeds.
II. Open a pathway through the
slow sad sail throw wide to the
wind the gates of the wandering
boat for voyage to begin to the end
of wound heard the victory' race o
the best .. trumpet sound sing
and saw the salt sheet tell obey,
and ride with through the drowned.
will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes and under the daisies no grave be so deep but the hoofs of the horses shall sound in sleep.