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Proto-dactyl Shaman, wings yet moist with egg-white,
groping shyly Through the fog whose dampness beads
between white feathers, Vaporizing slowly through the humid
wee-hours. In the fog, the hollow wing-bone slowly
stiffens. Not long, muscles thickened up upon the
back bones Bunch, and start the wings to heaving in
the grey mist. Airborn. He has shed loose body from
body. . In Your Honor. Todd Jackson Inspired by the dactylic pentameter,
the meter of the Hymns.