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Internal Exoskeleton of Imagination

Buried in sand, tiny feet Scrape the clamp of setting stone Making excursions from leaf to tongue Hoping this single strand of weather holds What molds the mounting branch Feathered on wing-tipped idea Emerging sinuous Imagination and suggestive body Crawling uncouth from molecule to brain Formative nerves find their counterpart In seashore settings Hope burning in molten measure

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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