Or each, or all, no gods' decree
satanic sprawl in false black caves
by Roman bones and stolen manna
from old stones: it is
in fact
a surface squall. And I the instrument
defense: a surface of much bone
and light, but cheekbones fat
and hair: I meant.
We love low stakes
raised high to romp
and more than each,
and you, curb
-stomp. So let's just park it
out in gear so poncho-slick
we outta here
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