Clean up clean sweep starve into empty space
mulch it takeover down into compact ingredients
worms pill bugs sludge on the bottom of container
for grassy raspberries when they were finally found
slipping around in the grit beneath dew I found your
brow I wish I could go soothe with poetry how futile
all else above all else my mind clearing seconds ago
paradox cottonwoods flipping their flat twisting leaves
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