The wild hog pivots her hairy shoulder away from you
Banished by this blank star(e) the bee cannot
seduce its polyglottic thunderstorms.

Unlucky horse here to observe the
cricket ring being rejected by the lazy moon while
something swarming the pig, the tea pot, the creek.

The chestnut, always yearning to flatter/ to convert the box
blushes inside its barren wolf while the relentless cat
crawls itself into the duplicitous mouth of a rat.

Submerged amongst the limned mist of
song, ship, cutting rice,
existence nourishes its refreshing chicken while
staying indifferent to crab dog and swimming shoes.

What you quiver while the penmanship schools
The bear, the snake, the politicians, the cross child,
the pig, then, becomes a statement made of animal lineage.
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Sometimes when I arouse it's because I get
Lost inside of a knock.
I slipstream and eavesdrop. It's everything.