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snake eyes
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My Poems the force is lost
which shaped me
spent in its image, battered, an old brown thing
swept off the streets
where it sucked its gentle living
and what is meat to do
that is driven to its end
by words the frailest gestures
grown like skirts
around breathing
we take unholy risks to prove
we are what we cannot be
for instance i am not even crazy
