And the Exhibits
waspish
& coarse!
an ear-loathe
of a stinging credence:
o, loutish
... exhibits
at my forest’s edge –
& elders collapse
at devouring
songs –
a ministry of
moth-suckling
babe-bees of
my ether being!
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