His stairs crackle on the paved thoroughfare,
Pattering remarks on the eager range.
A scuff of sun slid like a yellow dog in the breach,
Illuming the charm of his hues.
He went down on his knees before the flurry of fresh godly
Downpour ascending from the entrails of the terrain,
Corralled sacrament from the stein of his holds,
And vanished at the rear of the assemblage of fiery spire.
I took notice of him again as the steppe blistering verge
Swung in the reaped gluten, his stifling heat.
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