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a fiction (Free verse) by Patsy
A view of the ground has cheapened the sky.
I am only a small
goat
on the face
(nose)
of the planet and i cannot cling
as a spider must.
i will not allow you to trust my words,
i define my self as:
laying here,
fearless, i hope
tried,
i am
flavourless, savourless
rattle rattle
Flap my papery wings >< cover you in salt water
Be not afraid said i, i, i
i believe none of it, Nunavut.
i care not for stubby creation / innovate!
So. So. Sh.
i will examine your self / yourself like a
stubbed toe
because there is no evidence.
there: but no flare
to send up no
flare.
i knew you wanted my knuckles to validate your throbbing toe
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