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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