When fishes flew and forests walked,
And figs grew upon thorn.
Some moment when the moon was blood
then surely i was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry,
and ears, like errant wings.
The Devils walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
of ancient crooked will.
Starve, scourge, deride me; I am dumb
I keep my secret still:
Fools! for i also had my hour
one far fierce hour and sweet.
There was a shout about my ears
And palms before my feet.
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