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17.
The weariness of the marrow
Held in the deep cold of a prairie
The wires hiss
At the insouciance of mercury.
I could go there in obscurity
The whisper of steel strung out
In the rumour of night.
The inhereness of winter
Encloses us
The child unsuspecting
He would be here now. On a train
Again, its rumble — sway on the bridge
Obliterating the music of the spheres
The syncopated silver water dancing.