unladder

High time to trade a rusty truck brimming with
Birds and animals for a frozen tree,
To tiptoe after a fly ‘til it dies, to trespass on a bowl of soup
Brought to the dead with all the hair of the cook.
It is the duty of mirrors to quarrel with void.

 

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