17:58 E.S.D to B.T.M

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Hold, fleeting kestrel, hold the draft above the pines.

Inanimate adjuster, one who refines,

who is marvelled, whose great achieve-of is

Stillness. No other living Stillness is as fine

as the windhover’s, who halts 

- twitching in the failing headwind -

the sullen rolling of the gale,

who is so soon torn from Stillness

by a mouse.

Or, by a mangled corpse by the roadside.

Or now its own mangled corpse on the roadside,

                its ermine chest incarnadine

Still, below the pines.