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Came you from the Otherworld’s inner twilight, brightly?

Before cars began, you sang in the land, Beauty in Europe’s

Blackbirds playing in bands, on her palms that came from Arab

Lands, her cats, fierce in dog fights, in suburbia, claw mice

Inside, where one lives amid jungle plants – or – Rose of

America, what spirit gave you the heart to my inner sanctum,

And set us down, you and I, in Berwick’s Dreamland?