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Spider
eight limbs lower so small and afraid,
a two limbed child chases your dance,
dragging their feet and fate to you,
but your step to a web is slow,
to small to catch the beat of their murder,
might they show mercy and turn it down?
for you to dance in silence.
[2020]
Monday 28th September 2020 11:57 am
Being Human Version 2
Perfection, a leaf stemmed
the art that bore a false familiar,
on that eager tree, tokens
fall like confetti birds swooping
cawing the monologues loud,
low down that traced path moves
with every step it scrapes feet
orchestrating flaws like song,
above nature watches deeply
depicting renditions
in their crumpled mass, all rust
falling so fast from branches
touch...
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