i ran by foot
and they saw a smoke
towards which faces
billowing
mumbling right
here in my pocket
healing
a little breathless
necessary fleet
feet feet feet
feet
over patterns of oil
of rocks and metals
i pass by with enthusiastic acceptance
and they saw a smoke
forming figures
figures forming cracks
wide open and forever
and i mean
billowing, mumbling
and necessary
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