there's death and his band of outcasts
riding steely hogs and yelling into the night
and then there're
gentle lambs on their best behavior
the farmer is hungry
he will always be hungry
or you could
find refuge in the lesser known places
the ever closing gap of a lover's folds
twilight in spring on the eastern side
of newly blossomed apple tree
there are better places to be than in the light
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