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the hollow light
is still on the fields
where the winter has warmed
and the snows have drained waway
and the hunter's cry
is still on the air
as the bullet flies home
but the heart that's pierced with it
still is racing
still is racing, alone.

the silver shoals
of the light in the deep
brush the glitterin skein
where the great, dark body writhes
and the trembling jaw
the unfathoming sounds
of leviathan, bound
as his heart, though weakening
still is racing
still is racing, alone

you are racing
you are racing,
alone.
the hollow light   is still on the fields   where the winter has warmed   and the snows have drained waway   and the hunter's cry   is still on the air   as the bullet flies home   but the heart that's pierced with it   still is racing   still is racing, alone.      the silver shoals   of the light in the deep   brush the glitterin skein   where the great, dark body writhes   and the trembling jaw   the unfathoming sounds   of leviathan, bound   as his heart, though weakening   still is racing   still is racing, alone      you are racing   you are racing,   alone.