I am over the hill
so I am death or I am the blood
beating in the heart of the fox
living on the other side of the hill
these words too were once living things
roaming the world like blood or foxes
before they were taken up over the hill
pulled from the river by the cemetery
which broke into halves on either side
and started climbing the hill
even the heart is a kind of hill
up one side and down the other
so you can see how it’s all been woven
out of the words of a wiser will
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