The obliteration of snows, all the letters deposed, then effaced,
from the ( ) scape, no pleasures or all
the below-zero refusals, now the crows like justices XO’d.
So thoroughly in the body (in the wind) there was hardly
any room for a splinter of nonbody to be slipped (a long
syllable like an acupuncture needle) in—like driving a shaft
of straw through a telephone pole,
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