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sinews and spiders and their sinews

i am a stoic to be sure
i don't panic anymore
i don't believe; and never have
in flailing arms and balderdash
i pace the yard and feed the young spiders
grow fat on greens and spit the white sinews
if my lips are knit with thread
another burden shed

4 Jul 17

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