which leads me to believe sometimes I am more easily led
than I have led myself to understand
hand in foot in mouth in glove: nothing much to do with love
but loneliness abroad, prowling
scowling as the winter and broken as a bat: catalogs of
misfortune and disagreements with reality
hiccups in the late dark and no words for the warming
storm and we will see what falls, what follows
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