The hawk let its wings
Fall open. The light
Fell through the air
And through the lucid
Plumes of the hawk's
Extended primaries :
A form of it rose up
On a frame of pinions.
The body an avatar of
The light, the light-
Hawk the body's agent.
O angel-schematic!
It fell as a blue skein
Of smoke falls. Fall,
Aging soir. Its red
Belly burning like stars.
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