Take me away and drop me in another shape.
I'll be that silhouette down at Lambourn of the
groom boy waking to his passion's passion.
The dawn of day painting me black against
the rising sun, taking over every living thing.
Then, have him melt down his whip to a stump
with a tilted tip so he can drown it in this well.
Show him here, crouched, taking on my shadow
as the silver of the moon and all things dappled
fall to climb upon canvas, spilling a new world.
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