Bike tire treads, tributaries on sand Stamped with footprints, paw pads, the soles of shoes, Stream before us like kite strings with ribbons. Could we run these lines to their end, and were Those ends set upward where clouds fellowship Would we feed our bellies on firmament, Our beings dissolving from our bodies Into perpetual…
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