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what
touches the insect heart is heaven
sometimes
tense against
the
coming day
dream
hard
all
knowledge is below the breath
and it's
in the teeth of
light
squeezed out
like the
day choked down
hunkered
tensed
to
so
unspoon
as if it
were a journey
guts
gone
tense
where
truth was once
the
insect's head is heavier
the
counting's hard at hunches
dreaming
together
dreaming
alone
and
which one will be right?
well
beyond what we describe
the
voice of words
to love
to war
music is
best that's furthest
stiff
waking pencilled in
only a
song can smooth
from
truth's curses
the
infant throws his/her limbs off
the aged
crack still
creak
leaning
each
jolt like a world lost
as if
inward of the flesh
were
ticking
till the
clock is done
just
like the river runs
till
it's away
all
inwardly you know
there is
a point where the heart stops
mid-joke
same
lines operatic stuck
stim
still
is there
some deep yet?
kiss me
quick
all in a carapace. I will.
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