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The spire cranes. Its statue is an aviary.
From the stone nest it does not let the feathery / Carved birds blunt their striking throats on the salt gravel, / Pierce the spilt sky with diving wing in weed and heel
An inch in froth. Chimes cheat the prison spire, pelter / In time like outlaw rains on that priest, water, / Time for swimmers' hands, music for the silver lock / And mouth. Both note and plume plunge from the spire's hook.
Those craning birds are choice for you, songs that jump back
To the built voice, or fly with winter to the bells, / But do not travel down dumb wind like prodigals.