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"And sometimes lying there under the night,
wet by a passing shower, we see emerge
from milky cloud, a blown moon in full flight,
then suddenly the trees on either edge,

Stringy and scribbly and apple box
burn with the voltage of a million live
as though the stars had flown them in flocks
singing and sighing, glittering in the leaves."

FRANK, KELLAWAY - Identifications