dancing on the stilly point
around that diamond sparkler
of pain in the tooth that
horary calcification of
the biting action arrested
so small a thing to halt
the forward action of life
I'd forgotten how necessary
that which upon hurtling
forth one hurtles hurgles
or upon jumping hurdles of
a materially-challenged
living one lives like a bird
or a candelabra an enriched
cereal to make frottage on
gravestones and chance en
counters or leaping idylls
upon the Alician beaches in
which both the monstrous and
the highly improbable beatas
(angels of hearth and home)
synchronize their clocks to
dream and thus to sink my teeth
in it, that is, to live again.
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