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authorCase Duckworth2015-03-09 12:39:38 -0700
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24 </head> 24 </head>
25<body> 25<body>
26 26
27<article id="header">
27 <header> 28 <header>
28 <!-- title --> 29 <!-- title -->
29 <h1 class="title">Swan song</h1> 30 <h1 class="title">Swan song</h1>
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32 33
33 </header> 34 </header>
34 35
35 <section class="thing verse"> 36 <section class="content verse">
36 <p>Swans fly overhead singing goodbye<br />to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point<br />to them in formation, you tell me<br />you are not you. <a href="swansong-alt.html">You are the air the swans<br />walk on</a> as they journey like pilgrims<br />to a temple in the south. A curtain<br />there separates me from you, swans<br />from the air they fly through. I say<br />that you are no longer the temple,<br />that you have been through fire<br />and are now less than ash. You are<br />a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.<br />Together, we are each other. You<br />and I have both nothing and everything<br />at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</p> 37 <p>Swans fly overhead singing goodbye<br />to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point<br />to them in formation, you tell me<br />you are not you. <a href="swansong-alt.html">You are the air the swans<br />walk on</a> as they journey like pilgrims<br />to a temple in the south. A curtain<br />there separates me from you, swans<br />from the air they fly through. I say<br />that you are no longer the temple,<br />that you have been through fire<br />and are now less than ash. You are<br />a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.<br />Together, we are each other. You<br />and I have both nothing and everything<br />at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</p>
37 </section> 38 </section>
39</article>
38 40
39 <nav> 41 <nav>
40 <a class="prevlink" href="squirrel.html"> 42 <a class="prevlink" href="squirrel.html"
43 title="Next article in Elegies for alternate selves">
41 The squirrel 44 The squirrel
42 </a> 45 </a>
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44 <a class="nextlink" href="telemarketer.html"> 47 <a class="nextlink" href="telemarketer.html"
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46 </a> 50 </a>
47 </nav> 51 </nav>
48</body> 52</body>