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14.xi.24
all these faces
the fish in the their dark deeps
an either side eye
the street as we remember
the mouth so meaning much
those done to dinner, the rest
now haunting homes
a truck front grin
or bolts arranged
one for another, as it were
and of the fire, the risk to look in
creatureful, in wild abandon
each as I live and breathe
because it is a world that’s lived
in clouds or up in branches
a boulder weight strain
in the eyes of the song
the window crow all beak
a kiss up close and personal
under the words, a skin of this call
to teach the truth of who we are
of what it is, this we
a tribe of them all wander
peace be upon us all
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