if we accept that other people
might exist in the same way as our
selves, then what? A key to make it all
make sense or another soggy hand
in the pretzel bag and yes perhaps
we must though more rebellions in the
future are all but certain we must
choose and walk no matter the bubbling
shadows and maybe when the eye is
made whole and interest rates more robust
and we have constructed a less pompous
way to talk but the amanuensis
stops and can not land half of half
of another word for all the shaking
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his arms wide, but his eye catches on
the sun so as limbs enfeather theygrow too large and you have a cattle-
killing eagle which wasn’t the planso he shakes away the unwanted
form and stretching wide again breathes inthe crisp air of the summit so his
white arms now vanish in snow he askswho and again answers himself no
then before another attempt peersdown at the most recent hunger and
the cat curled by the warm palace doora dappled sweet-singing sparrow
when dead could be the key he needs