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until some field comes green again
until some tree comes reddening
prancing up my path like alice
crawling from hell like virgil
groping for breath, the old man's capture
may a flower bend the neck
may a grub behook the bird
gallows weighted with what their fed
(and feeding them comes easy no?)
gripping to smile, swarm all see vulture

20 Sep 11

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