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Discovering ToumaïDiana Bridge
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It is cast up like land from the uniform
flat of the sea. The jaw is a coastline,
the hoof-shaped bays of small
conclusive teeth reducing
to an isthmus—two predatory
fangs; set side by side as planks are,
they reach out to a mainland.
A range of bald, low-lying hills,
its braincase, backs a brow-ridge
that juts over emptiness.
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The skull squats on the page,
ancient site for some new-fangled
worship, a temple that has lost
its sculpted eyes. The print
walks round it, gives it a wide
berth. And hides in columns
unimaginably exact the beauty
of words like oblivion
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