long story can't be shortly told
how loud the birds were singing
or if the chickens pay their way
we're not birds we're mammals
bipeds incompletely organized
lords of disaster thus specialize
what I was thinking as I wrote
this or that imagined goings on
better than brain scans devised
soft-boiled childhood memories
hardly hold their original form
damage and benefit long done
what you can make up who you
are no facts more eloquent than
fantasy of knowing what to say
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