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feral
sun
up hunting before I am
chases me out of doors
never sleeping
just somewhere else
it creeps to slay
domestic of another season
but now the day’s aloud
not the band
but real star quality
wild chariot swung low
too bright to look upon
sets all the scripted leaves
afire
it’s like a word
unspoken as yet
spits out fire
like a chain reaction
with shadows
from central casting
and sears
it’s been going on
five billion years
we’re just now noticing this
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