754
ontogenetic
I
am first set out
swamp
to swim
desert
to cross
how
I progress
all
manna, mirages
slithy,
lithe to go
I
was the one-ness once
there
before a way was known
never
gave things a thought
and
who should front
but
knock-me-down
hack
at, gouge
what
a delight
to
do them out
and
feast at
untrimmed,
still
a
show of flesh
and
family?
was
there marrying
into
the tribe?
but
they can't see me
I
saw seasons
called
the crops up
trees
fed in their time
the
clock, the list
and
the calendar --
these
are discovered next
I
have a picture
of
it - this is for
you
to take
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