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5.70
10.iii.24
chiliagon
for wise surprise
often a more
beautiful creature lies inside
you must make
monster first
recumbent
it’s everything fed
feast the carbs
take trinket
all by hand by heart
it’s how we spill
over into the day
then tickle
for luck
tackle the underkilt
too
more compact
a fit for its truth
in the hours stripped
away
crash through
crisp them
an auto da fé
it’s all coincidence
of course
be citizen of the
poem
so cast its light to
see
we square the circle
slowly
try not to take sides
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