Insect
Thin legs move for a last time
out of the flexible black body
to grasp something…
I don’t know… elsewhere
in the darkening smashed air…
the ancestral
tumult.
Thin legs move for a last time
out of the flexible black body
to grasp something…
I don’t know… elsewhere
in the darkening smashed air…
the ancestral
tumult.
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