so many things ache
at just the right moment
perhaps this is your clue
peer deeper, but crawl
first to the edge of time
swing out your head then
weakly it boils, the mirror
nothing more, pale magic
each churning growl a claw
a shriek, then a bark nearer
play thankful, some distance soon clearer
i cannot push, i will never push forth
but there you are, shot, yards wrestling inches
and then splash like a cough of startled finches.
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