Tinkertoy
Tradesmen of mortality
dissect us in a rage
unfinding there that quality
of human
kindness what the trick is
makes us tick is among
the gizzards weeping
not for
anything but
failure you
achieve
in tonnage so many
more
unseen tinkering
in frustration
than get caught
than are seen wet dreams
of a senseless world
may one day
leave me be
I see
a venus fly trap
see the fly know
we cry in
vanity the nature
uncompelling sour
the web the fly
the bee.
I sense a series / collection coming, to be titles
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well it is a trade, just ask Purana....
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