Take a step at a time, a swing at the glass chins of the last men to find
you where we hid our self. A carousel. Not a care in the world.
Hot to trot, straight as an arrow: got caught with empty bones.
Folding in and out: helical riddle.
Coding doubt into Morse signals.
Take out menus and take out your teeth and take out loans
to speak in tongues in cheeks.
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