the brick sinks below a shadow of doubt
a mere stop off the pigion express.
the height of civilization when everything
was over and done with downy feathers
shivering to stay warm in the probably last
cold week of these seasons.
if the sun pushes further
the tap will be a gusher and the flowers will bluster
and feathers will flutter
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