In the violet glow of evenings' end
when haughty thoughts fail us
when sure answers fade
into darkness
when familiar faces let slip traces grotesque
There is the Indigo Cow who
quixotically dances
on the rain-diamonded earth
Her sacred face is carved with wisdom
bent in meekness as she nimbly-boldly avoids
the loomings of the slaughter house
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