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a howling horn
That scalds his frightened lichen beard

None care to dream what hands could field this folded frame
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
So

And many sought
The wisdom that
Your lichen beard betrays
But even you
With all your might
Will someday lean no more
Your sparkling skin
It turns to sand

Take your white horses 
Ride them into the night
Over the hillside down the scree
To the lichen tree
Meet a man with a pitch fork who smiles He's

stones gape like broken teeth
And heathen destiny lying underneath
Centuries stained in lichen and heath
Lives spent in forest and leaf

Vows of wealth