Lavonne

To a higher level of appearance.
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
From point to point of meaning≈open? closed?≈
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Out of the road into a way across
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
By the design of our own silent eyes
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
The face of a Quos ego),
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
The road, but not far enough ahead
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Unreadable from behind≈they are well down
I know,