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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
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