inside me–
sprint like frothed animals through my
veinscellsnervesmusclesinsidesoutsides
palpitate,
pulsated,
pump,
pushed.
i shook and i shook.
my limbs astringent,
they throb like the jacitate
of a weathered bull elephant:
cinereal and marred out on the plains.
silent muscles, immersed over the mid morning
stillrain, calm like a frozen steppe when i heard her.
i slept.
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