Icky Fate

Life planet fear to the beginning
new people with asteroid questionings
whisperings of flash

        all crawl astound---

nearness that
bat rated glint in the air across a hold fell now

snooze by a cobweb
the mariner fails
agrain flumped agoing
into that wave---
the brave
tommed a hawk chop
for, . . .  to jass around--

or rather, listen

i want the good stuff
prance in a
crowded forest

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