When the Body Says Run

bow-winged night birds
precambrian silhouettes

venerable experiments
leaving the firmament bone

dusty and receding
above the howl-heavy rain forests

even thunder clouds seem small
by comparison and innocent by design

an orchestration of menace
like a blessing from a fallen god

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