years later they see the light
but only the largest quasars
one wrist so soft it lasts a life
quiet as the cattails where a
baby can float, be found, not,
become king or food for lions
lose touch with human bodies
that belong to who you know
abut and cooperate in pods of
nobodies, also talking into air
race of the elders, some ugly
these are my new spirits now?
by Ken
Wigwam #3
Webelos Wolves Weekend
Chukkachank
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