21.vii.22
927
3.201
tribes
of this one head
tongue tangles
trumpets, strings
all air breath
sky full of flight
some say this way
some say that
twinkle eye
vistas of dip and wrangle
over under
cram thoughts in
up bubbling as one does
these my ideas, your words
must have met
upskirts and monster out
spring fully armed
on and over we go
animal sad after
who cares? one must
some say the sun
shines from here
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