hopi wont to crack of dawn;
stumbling out from foldback flap of
painted peeling leath'ry tent
to don the skin he sings and sins in
out his pitted, gash-ed soul.
sandy eye curb blasting rays:
a sunrise strip 'cross desert plains,
the flats a-waver, scorched by day,
hinc illae lacrimae:
from abyssal part of pupil sting,
to ruddy basin claywrought bowl.
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