that line of patter taut and strong
and strung between two points we've made
hangs neck-high now between us both
could easily decapitate
despite disparities in height,
or wind and choke our precious necks
uplifting both as floor drops down
to thrash and swing and finally
hang
our heads by throats,
suspended in
this thing we found.
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