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tooth and nail
certain pictures
tea till biscuit
hatch the thing
push, stitch
prevail upon
the how it is of postures known
when we come along
fall back into
it’s timber and it rings with teeth
you can paint through a thing
under one colour
find feathered
from long ago
it’s like
and it’s not
sad if a face would show
foxing for
reasonable expectation
under progression of weather
here to not know how to mean
but go as if among
the uncreated
certain pictures
catch fire in a rhythm
so you only sing
all defiance
have the music too
no ear at
but you sit it
bliss for
certain fish
have had this swim
you’re safe with such
for finding words
a landscape came of it
signatures deep
just where we are
some pictures
are torn and tell
keep caption
often
but the sign’s lost here
artful to be
some come out of a machine
and never seen again
hang whole
and keep the cadence stum
because there’s no last line
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