Giant ancestor hands clipped together
Armadillo knees from hours of hopeful prayer
Fear lies in anticipation
Despair falls close to the tree of expectation
Rest in a sylvan canopy of turquoise slid silver fit.
Castille filled, present as missions.
Walking into a situation unwilling to learn is foolishness,
Success, the only righteous revenge
Vitals devoured or vitalized polemicist transience.
All slender and eyelashes, an arrowhead lodged in my hip,
Rust.
Click step.
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