i see live things escape the oceans of my pen
as they settle in the dust to cut into the night
and heave our safari to the home in the home
of the Sea, as the insects complete the plans
in their attentions. as the simplex of 4
makes a simplex of 14 as two sevens
scar the first seven to war with the ground
they were night by the male as the corpse
bred their seams to return the intent of the tapirs
and resume what the hunt by the human makes
animals small. but to grow with the camp as the feet
mark the Sea with the cannibal wound on the path
as the bison marks skies in the earth as the dark
and she marks us with nets made to hunt in the eyes
as the frozen protection proceeds. but give me your
death in a complex of forms as i insect the force
of our womb and arrive to the plants as they bleed,
and i wash out my blood with the fire as i hold you
in light that the friends of the lion resume with a heart
of the death by the memory saved to the feet of the sea
i am the wound of the earth
i am made of our wandering
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