There there, startled legs—
there are dinosaurs in the animal mind
looking / faking / breathing
I don’t need these things
but I will have them, hard
the ticker tape on board with me,
the beveled gliss, the darlinged strings
that follow in spirit, in split ends and stave
o legs,
what have I done
the machinery pressed
to my bread belly and burst—
anonymity
I’m blank of essence but for the salt mud halo
hoop rigging balance
its crystal weight slips eager
drops alcohol,
shines
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