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Patches or Matches



St. Brigid
patches in

to lead
a way out

of the great
swamp dismal.

Back to solid ground.
Pound. Pound. Pound.

They see hog
and baby ugly sounds.

I see Pound's
freak repeating hymnals.

Where threads
find chutes

weaves hurl
opaquely through

a buzzing fluttery mist
le dommage is brisk.

Huff and puff
in need of horse

having fallen off
the horse bean.

To set across
where angles drawn

blood grows thin
fills up with wind.

What not to do
what not to do!

Embers trigger
set it off

burns at threads
for clews.

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