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/ Hornèd Toad of cloven brown, / Rock souls have dwindled to your eyes / And thrown a splintered end upon your blood. / Night and day have vanished / To you, who squat and watch / Years loosen one sand grain until / Its fall becomes your moment. / Tall things plunge over you, / Slashing their dreams with motion / That holds the death of all they seek, / But you, to whom fierce winds are ripples, / Do not move lest you lose the taste of stillness.
/ Hornèd Toad of cloven brown, / Never hop from your grey rock crevice / Mute with interwoven beginnings and ends. / The fluid lies of motion / Leave no remembrance behind.