There is, again, a peculiar beauty in the disanthropic moment. Of course, people are only temporarily absent—decentred from the narrative focus by war, rumbling just over the horizon—and by no means irredeemably banished.

The sun has gone down, and the water has gone down / From the weed-clad rock, but the distant cloud-wall rises.

I had it with your antics!

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