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Horse Latitudes

When the still sea conspires an armor

And her sullen and aborted

Currents breed tiny monsters

True sailing is deadAwkward instant

And the first animal is jettisoned

Legs furiously pumping

Their stiff green gallopAnd heads bob up

Poise, delicate, pause, consent

In mute nostril agony

Carefully refined and sealed over

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