The Stepwise Palace - a FSVO sequence
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Figure D9 STRIKE

Northward to a garden, spare and clean,
Where, between raked vortices of sand,
Bare branches, with a smooth and glassy sheen,
But neither twig nor leaf, solemnly stand,
For these trunks are the marks of Zeus’ hand
Where lightning-blast has fused the very quartz
To stony columns: wind erodes the land
And leaves behind as FULGURITE the sports
Of ancient thunderclaps’ most echoing reports.