.
As you step so lightly
From here to there
What need then of me
Left shuddering upon
this weathered shore.
Most spend lifetimes
Not even dreaming
Of all you plainly see
Though I’ve heard
My eyes refuse to see.
I am salamander still
You winged and named
So many things, beasts
Gods. All ten thousand straw dogs
I fear, you fly.
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The Brinks Gallery ; The Pendulum Room 