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Dec 2018
How is
the ribbon of time
stored?

When did it
unspool?

Can you not
see it

Curl
this way

then that

a fast
meandering

of showers
hungry mutts

do I
make this bed

in time
for bed

or pull it to order
with feet underneath

sheets and dogs
as grumbly weights

this time ride
my head thrown to the side

glimpsing you
celluloid hero

read feeler
at dawn

your eyes
should be closed

your head
thrown back

snorting arcane



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