Observe Me Full
Once more the Sanger coyotes plotting moon belly-deep —
is it you in this shade & demon fasting sword in bones now
bully me your allegiance
How spring warrants new species the ficus father planted as a boy
when a pair of shoes was still a dream over the Xiangkhouang plains —
aubades unable to cue & to cure the color of your descent
olive garden & dung
so we reach for our waists & sway…
Is it you in this space & hole whetting with hands borrowed from height of iron
opium flayed presence my persistence that does not obey are you
inside —
our blood & oil for clan first the muscle evening news
& the last to hear
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