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5When kindly day had dimmed the stars, still she sought her daughter from the rising to the setting sun. She grew weary with her eorts and thirsty too . . .The SeachUp in the humpback whereabouts-is-that hills, someone tell me she living — up there in the up-alone cocoa hills of Woodlands, Moriah, with the sky, and self, and the bad bad of grieving; all day long she dreaming about wide black nights, how lose stay, what nd look like. A four-day night of walk bring me to where never see she: is “come child, come,” and “welcome” I looking — the how in lost between She and I, call and response in tongue and word that buck up in strange; all that leave is seven dream-skin: sea-shell, sea-lace, feather-skin and rainbow-ower, afterbirth, foreskin and blood-cloth — seven dream-skin and crazy nd me.