blind cliff, water hears
its rock and its roots
hears the cliff nest
boils it in milk
hears the pink lace decaying
boils it in milk
sea-mews unheard go
into the jaws
the jaws milk the sky,
melt it to a yolk,
yolk at the eyes and the feet
gripping silver tear yellow
hollow in the sea
for spilled morning
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