spin me around I'm a leaf a slave to weather
my hand takes hold of rope one end to ends
you call out another a bird the kark doesn't sunng together
the leaf, not alone, makes mounds that hide and deepens

a dank mouldy flat marsh though it's wet glistens
it has blackness that devours lights substance
that falsifies earthly stoic support. listen to
the suck of mud as foot by foot sinks indifferent

the hands are claws at hemp drawn fibres
a plea for hanging pause this clammy drowning
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when you're little, you have more endurance than god is ever to grant you again. Children are human at it's strongest

they abide

save little children. the wind blows, and the rains are cold

they endure

they abide and they endure

(Credit: Ffing with Charles Laughton
The Night of the Hunter)

syringe sugar suck
there's a method
to ruin the cube

spit like a fly
pneumatic puncture
swallow fly

silver paint rant
a hand stayed
ain't a vote

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