and sings of its lost origins deep
in the cool remnants
of hot-blooded sensation.
Ruled by the giddy dictatorship
of sheer caprice, it bursts
through helpless walls of
accumulated yesterdays
like a tank round splintering
a log, waiting for its chance
to take its place
among the strange creatures
that have made their hurried debuts
on the wet stage
of the eternally receding
now.
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