Falconers eyes are like scales weighing the sun and moon-those of the falcon prison gold bars, wings -two arks. The moon weighs icebergs and deserts-it has two spaces to calculate life and death-it's breath and that of the sun intermingle. Tales and myths are preserved in a birds flight. The sun, moon and the falconer have their hands on gold prison bars.
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