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There's a rough-made weathercock towards the beach, just now with a blackbird singing joy at the top of the metre-long upright, 4 inch square unplaned, a very big I against an empty sea. Either side are wired S and N, Last evening E was dark in gloom This morning, though, E stands out doubled, itself turned widdershin and itself reversed, a shadow readable, spelling S E N and N E S, blood and its opposite, instant coffee I wrack my brain in charged free sunlight still reading the injunction - sin - while Eden becomes NEED