Life sits there like a grand poobah,
feather-fanned,
wondering whether to drink
the blue drink.
Too much to think
about. A silent rout
of unconsidered slaves behaves –
enacts the necessary lifts and saves.
Ground is cracked.
feather-fanned,
wondering whether to drink
the blue drink.
Too much to think
about. A silent rout
of unconsidered slaves behaves –
enacts the necessary lifts and saves.
Ground is cracked.
.
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