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Round route
In cloaks of words I wrap myself against the weather
Storms I conjured up as punishment.
Hands full of swords thrusting up out of the earth
The round route I take. Gazelles return again
To the brink, to drink. And me? To think.
So I skirt mans burning fire, hyena lurking
Laughing in the dark. A great arc I make
Like a dim sun at the end of his leash
Scribing the day across the sky...
Friday 27th October 2017 8:00 pm
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