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animals in my life
bounce by
they light
and lift
bank swoop
some
surefoot
thoughtless
light of
heart
so seeming
wise
in what to
do
indoors in
walls
in thoughts
and prayers
the you for
instance
others all
and in the
end
far seen hunting
come grisly
sudden
a skitter
and a slink
they lack
the winking lid
hide in a
cloud, squeeze
hope
against
how is
their sleep consisting?
cultivate
cute
see sneeze
all paws
run the rug
make a dash
and sweat for it
never out
of ink, ideas
how often
they seem to miss the point
wild, and
they’re vanished
to
camouflage, to ground
tangle of
grammar have at
they creep
lovely in their
lies
accused of
prayer
populate a
documentary
rhymed with
gone
and smelt
them then
day is
their having risen
as when I creature
it for comfort
and animal
myself
in blazing
catch
eyes for a
dark
to throw
paths
die of an
honest thirst
they
themselves bitten
still
linger
come what
may
death the
unknown
an instant
away
and full of
tricks as all are
coming
through the webs
as if you’d
won the race
you’d never
known about
these
animals, my intimates
as nameless
to me
as I to
them
we none of
us are tame
but
slip
through a crack in the dream
just as far
as it takes to be
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