Wednesday, April 24, 2013

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and wild. leaves for royalty, how
their disintegration crowns our temples,
our kingdom of synapse. they will post words
in red on all the trees; we are wanted. we
belong to no one. dirt in shudders along cheek,
quiver slung. we pull weeds and make them arrows.
toes in moss, hurl larvae to stars.

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