Sunday, September 30, 2012
I am each age: I am starving
& some strength & I am well-
willed & the dust of lions-
I am indigenous you are worldchangers
& I have a white patch
& I have liquid feet
& trouble I don’t feel good
anymore
Once I don’t feel good
anymore. Again I have
trouble.
Fit
yoursel
f into
real
land &
you’ll
feel
how
There is dust there are flies
& instead there is wood
everywhere.
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