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Their unknowable talking heads

Lie in their gleaming, musing moor

Remain masters only of mountains

Born of a purity exiled

Who passes judgement to streams

Slithering sounds seen

And exalted earthen alter made

Where the shattered suck on light

Skin replaced by scales

Dead, stoned, and opaque

Your familiarity is fading

In his singing walls

An unpromising, promised land

Where restless and weeping

Spiral eyes exclaim