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Quail
Kill the ape within us all
Leaps and bounds
Harpooned
Skin the eye of floating saucer near the storm
Ride skyward and thigh high
Sizzle in the heat's direction
I don't know where we are
But we're somewhere north of the heart
Scandles are raised stakes in hour glasses
Yours and mine too quick to become
Left is forward right away again
Back strokes in penny spokes
Lift the super ego high
Uneven like Steven
In worlds of rounds and flats
Scowl at the scoundrel
To publish new ground on new dawns
New turf of soot and soil
As he's dabbed at from lakes of forest fire
Aces in the hole
Playing cards jammed in the spokes
Ears ring through a crooked smile
Being the eye of the looking glass
