egg shells
 more or less flexible
 let the tide drop
 door to door
 staring eyes .

 In the pool of colors
 the mirliton of things said
 grazes with a fork
 the contained order of the brokenness of the spirit  .

 It is evenings
 brighter than others
 where the child hopes
 don't go through that again  .

 The breath of ancient animals ,
 these precambrian marine reptiles ,
 when brains were light feathers ,
 long before men were ,
 but that sun and moon assembled
 for some benchmarks deposited
 before the end of the story  .


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