p.s.

People talk, telephones ring, dogs bark,
suns and moons mostly hide,
earthworms intertwine in the dark.
Cats wail inside flat briefcases,
destined to become immortal.
Creatures devoid of chakras,
hoofed fish, deer with fins
cherish their headless guides.

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