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To a Cloned Lamb
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Little lamb, who cleaved thy elements
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to merge an image of such startling
duplicity? Tiger eyes stalk us
in the forests of this night;
where I can no longer see, nor believe to see,
through the trees to a form ultimate;
As the sight of you startled, the voids
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among thy elements also startle,
seem palpable, are probed;
What coheres them? Do you know,
little lamb?
As tiger eyes nudge us deeper
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into the forests of this night
avian cities in the canopy resonate
other voices, other visions;
How sterile this night would be
without them.
Let us tread carefully, little lamb,
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for fogs obscure tiger eyes.
Mary Moynihan|
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Copyright ©2001
Mary Moynihan
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