Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout
Pals alone enormous sounds
downward & up bring real.
Loss, deaths, terror.
Over & out,
beloved: thanks for cabbage on my wounds:
I'll feed you how I feel:â€”
of avocado moist with lemon, yea
formaldehyde & rotting sardines O
in our appointed time
I would I could a touch more fully say
my consentless mind.
The senses are below,
which in this air sublime
do I repudiate.
But foes I sniff!
My nose in all directions! I be so brave
I creep into an Arctic cave
for the rectal temperature of the biggest bear,
hibernatingâ€”in my left hand sugar.
I totter to the lip of the cliff.
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