Possibly

In the higher days of possible place
Never knew on the mellow hand
Tricks I have seen in the morning
Awake now I’m going north

Elder architecture singing for lace
Marrow sand blowing on the land
Nicks of flesh out of the calling
Onwards to the point of mort

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