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The death of Satan was a tragedy for the imagination.
Wallace Stevens
It must be, that
necessity and absence
propel the Fisher

to circle and strike, to injure
the porcupine on its face,
on its unprotected place,

until the tortured understands
the intoxication of release,
the draft of annihilation.

And it must be an unconsidered
and fierce will that changes
flesh to cunning and hair to quill:

as fighting forms
are by their natures, bound
to the other:

as eagles lock talons
to tumble, with courages
of unknown ends.

Porcupine circled by fisher :
two of the forms of flame as they flicker :
at arrival and departure :

1st know version Mar, 2002
Latest version Jun, 2012
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