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Scaling small rocks, exhaling smog,
gasping at game-scents like a dog,
now light as pollen, now as white
and winded as a grounded kite-
1 watched the lovers occupy
every inch of earth and sky:
one fiure of geometry,
muliplied to infiity,
straps down 馃槼馃槼