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death after death

a tiny white filter feeder

a steady stream of clear water

a fine shell sand forms in the cave

wave after wave

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and so after every toll

every soul filters the soil

the tainted children misbehave

grave after grave

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all pity the carrion bird

who flew above the wasted word!

the foolish band follows the strum

crumb after crumb

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i’m in a womb i cut a rug

i snap my tiny finger slug

unaware of the tryst of pain

strain after strain

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i find my love in my own nest

and in that love solace and rest

fleeting whispers of fleeting breath

death after death