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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcMLkce_BLg

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A wolf once elegized 

a lighthouse, in stream of consciousness

script - more semicolons in it

than periods, less

prose

than parentheses. And yet, 

it was the art in it that gave it magic -

its color and its impressionism -

a story of such delicate 

detail; a biography, in spirit, that

went out of its way

to blur dialogue

with thought, time

with experience and its memory

with dreams. 

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I wouldn't know, 

but I suspect

when it was published, to much

exaggerated chagrin, most

of the herd 

had been outraged, to see that 

a wolf had wrote it - no bones

in its cavern, no mange 

in its skin - and, to add

insult to injury, that 

many of their little fauns

had been howling, pretend, or

that in their spare time

had exchanged antlers

for pens. 

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