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Tuesday, June 30

compound meter

what is worth to a snail
the inch of paved road
is still as smooth as the broken glass
 mile that has passed
a snail to whome the earth
is as much a wave as the albatros
gloats over
trenches and peaks
never speaking never seeing
just breathing breathing breathing

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