rebel twine    
 without worrying about her    
 in green prayers    
 of an uncovered watercress    
 following the stream    
 of our disjointed bones    
 before the faithful call    
 of our thoughts    
 open access    
 without singing the frost    
 rebels break in    
 of a passing morning    
 with a metallic sound    
 pot handles.        
  
  
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