were i some 

tumultuous bundle of ribbons

nodes of ganglia

dry mouthed, room temperature body 

raspy windchimes, hard-fleshed 

ragged 

reaching 

sparklessly clung 

to the ropes of eden

were i some clambering biped

gracefully cruel

a dynastic chandelier of chanfered speech

not something soft knuckled, 

some treading ape 

the dog you talk down toward

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