1809
5.347
13.xii.24
four knees
and the
swingtail
pick up a
frond and brush off
flick the
extra
lift, chew
a map of skin
for memory
sometimes mud
in your eye
so sad those
deep sunk
and the ears
thereof
a flap
against
the world
gets in
a trunk for
all occasion
hoof up
balletic
nor as the
bees fly
all metronome
behind
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