Proposition 1
To suffer feral space,
as
I have
as
the moth sheds and
flames dim,
as
even horripilant geese
fly,
as
groundable, hard and
brunal life is
as
ants misidentify sky
& fail to agree if
it's sky at all
-- silly fallibilist ant!--
What nudged this man-monist into
the Ditch, anyways:
- the resistance of open arms
- the oily bead in a frog's leal eye
- the christ in every shivery post-dream?
I spit on any or some 'You' or 'there' as
having no
Ital
at
all
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