Hear the warbling neighbors and grinning/
children, nervous and amiable, a clashing/
band of flames dancing at the threshold.
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Hear the warbling neighbors and grinning/
children, nervous and amiable, a clashing/
band of flames dancing at the threshold.
the frames of our flesh
bending and fitting themselves
to fill and fulfill
each other’s need
Ouroboros I find myself in a political debate with a timber rattlesnake slithering out of the fescue. It asks me…