What we make of ourselves…

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Mud slid into the marrow blood flowed narrow narrowly escaping

Mud intent through coherent collective bone event– slippery system skeleton–bones grating bones rattling bones shaking — mud glistening– and the tiny bones of the ear, of the

Personal life

Personal life of listening to quiet if anything there

The stirrup clanging the earring mud coherent into diamond and pearl and the ear ringing as

The anvil bleating beating

The malleus no thought of retreating into a system skeleton of symphony, sin

Bone marrow scraping, a wolf bone breaking

Movement in brain stem, the wolf wild for each bite the last

Wolf fang stifling systematic life digs the deep rich red marrow of femur no thought of tomorrow the morrow

Circulating

Swishing bone squishy mud time following a nursery rhyme of a sun comeuppance a wolf of deep do an ear bent and intent and out on loan drum beat the ear a passage of marrow morrow year day after day interest accruing and howling at the moon registered deep into mud cash tympanic and titanic.

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