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[pullscraps]

If of course the castle crumbles,
the gallows bust, the yard grows
over, and no more fern-backed
pilgrims bobbing, no more amber
watchers, almost mindful, like it were
up to them to clear out their hearts,
like one would break a nest from
the eaves of a house--then wait awhile,
other pilgrims will soon come,
will wobble out from branches, will curlicue
up from the knotty ground.