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by Danny James

There is affray at the dawn line; a primal brawl has broken and a blustery smock advances its coup on the districts, hanging over the prominence a malignant mantle. It is not much felt a turbulence, whence I observe but the ensemble rather becomes a soothing opportunity for reading solace. Soon long will recede the celestial neatening, and will it be then worth the while to take a stretch in the leavings of light rain.

Keep ajar the cabin window,
Let Nature in blow its bracing meddle, and dress the human phenomena –
The mystic affinities flurry up in elated radials.