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one
dog and another
dog
has night in its four paws under
yes
there's a blaze of moon in the trees
but
no one can smell that
one
dog lifts its leg
a
dare
remaking
of
the
whiffmap
is
all that matters
another
dog
sniffs
by
inspecting
at
Head Quarters
they
shift the pins
have
a nose for this kind of thing
will
someone throw a stick for me?
roll
me over for a rub
too old for old tricks now
keep records
and make commentaries
one
dog buries
another
digs up
tombs
of the ancients are brought to light
all
together a howl
for
that bone of moon
we've
unearthed at last
dog
is bardic breath
the
dog in dialogue asks
master,
tell me
who
looks up to see?
yes,
night is our unending dream
so
dog philosophises
makes
poetry of every object
the
sun long since is buried somewhere
tomorrow
the miracle of resurrection
too
blinding to observe
religion!
may
we not squat
as
sex befits
or
raise a leg to that
?
Love this. Your own ornaments??
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