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Howling the pack in formation appears diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead waving us back in formation, the pack in formation bowling they bat as a group and the leader is seen - so early... the pack on their backs, the fighters through misty the waving - the pack in formation far reaching waves on sight, shone right I lay as if in surround... all enmeshing, hovering... the milder I gaze all the animals laying trail beyond the bough winds mild the reflecting electricity eyes... tears, the life that was ours grows sharper and stronger away and beyond short wheeling - fresh spring gripped with blanched bones - moaned magnesium, proverbs and sobs... howling the pack in formation appears diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead waving us back in formation, the pack in formation...