...From Saturn's dark necronium, their outlines drift with ease
No beacon's summit vigil marks the skulking moon-smeared trees
and in the ground the rocks themselves unlocked with sap-spun keys
Toward the granite tattler sand and kaolin ripples surge
No mercy for chthonians from the sunken fires' purge
Commingled earth's apotheosis sings its dusky dirge...
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