Island of Thin Arms and Sturdy Legs
Is that you? Master precaution.
Arousal is all uphill from here. Huh?
This is a lip, swollen like canvas, like
The unexpected foot of a French peddler.
I will set in, finally, in earnest with the sea.
Bad alignment expression stunned cave cardinal.
It is a cave, but you cannot tell it so. It
Is a secret, it is, but everybody knows that.
A torrential hidden road is immaterial pulse
But characteristic product. Foot, other foot. Island.
Nothing situated. Past present future…
Coastline slaves declare a razor a rest of doubt.
That is a mountain, this is the sea. Is that
You? You’ve mastered precaution. Peds.
Dictation prison break. Silly hat. Is that you?
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