filipendulous
The thread
as long as a serpent
and soft as cotton
and strong as thousands of rocks
and light as single feather.
A, it's swinging ahead
like a wiggling dying worm.
Tenderly and carefully
around the spherical skull,
yours or mine?
Hope I didn't make a mistake.
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