baby duck can swim twice pecking fast
slow food moves profit lines
here, it doesn't wanna hear, it. shrillings are worth
big know. eaten, the bug
flies thrice, masted. masticated and eschewed,
with can't eye levers
sheer primordial autopilot.
if you want,
you find. water under the webfeet,
claws drawn up into torsoes not quite flying but almost not crashing
i'm in love
with agony.
what else will leave me alone?
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