GUMMING UP
THE WORKS AGAIN
In trying to be brave, in trying to be fruitful,
in trying to multiply, or be the multiplier, I
get all confused, and a past life comes to
haunt. Running on my haunches over grass.
Chasing a gazelle with a spear-pointed tip.
Striking stones with wood in learning to
make fire. All these mistakes abound.
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