human skin may have been the original poem with all of its elbows and ribs and lobes stigmas styles ovaries ovules its river bottoms with colored pebbles its exotic and invisible wounds the way it wades into waters over its own head and how it colors itself with sky and shades itself in summer as if it were a blue heron with a giant menacing beak which longs to walk long legged through pressed cotton sheets leaving wild unintelligible markings droppings incendiary devices which shivers itself awake or drinks itself asleep oozes or dips its pen in deep sea ink every age of this poem leaves rings raises its limbs reaches touches roots
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