Every Idea I’ve Had Today

Primordially thick,
the barely
pulsing things

each hauls up,
brings about –
effects – tugs

from the messes,
mucks and brinks
of instincts –

all amount
to diffidently
mixed varieties

of faintly
colored muds.
Extricated forcibly

in pumping sucks,
they end in
clumping thuds.

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