as stages turn to smaller steps, all wrong

without an off-day
without a bigger gnat
without a stylist to our name
without our baby fat

without a
how should
how should
how should
we do

we live many ones once
we live many ones through

then through
then through
then through
then through

twelve draped saviours crowning two

fleets with fabrications
with silkworms gaze and dew
the stationmasters coachmen muscle
scat slat hue

sewing both sleeves of the bomb
rowing both sculls on the river
passing skulls through birth canals
passing through time’s sieves like slivers

up atop a thousand hills
in each our thousandth brilliant hue

crowing
any moratorium
any moratorium
any
any
any moratorium
come due

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