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Slipping on fertility, brought to my knees

Reaching for water at the robin river

Stirring and searching the amniotic fluids

Grasping for a link of trade

The dunnage rotted, polluted

To rather be damp and moving

With clumpy processes of ingestion

Or breast fed on oils

Spoiled with a stomach

Filled with lake pigments

Alluvial sediments of soil

How to purge these residues from the bilge?

Portentously throw up the hues in thick heavy sienna sludges

Grasping for grudges

A collapse of cask component abdominal walls

Where flows were released, soaked up by lost and then snagged rags

Whilst molten ballast rocks were embedded as rusty rosettes stained by my fall


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