Also & nevermore recorded,
the mind sticks, picks at scabs,
wanders away forgetting.
Thunder, you full throated seas,
thunder in the full and swollen veins.
Tell us what words hate,
tell us, be not so mute as a rabbit
fox cowered in a shivering burrow.
The baby crib was born to whimper.
The baby lamb pushes at the nipple
whimpers just the same.
Wimple and weft,...
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