Not the first field, okay?
But the next one,
behind the third,
where the snakes are
eating mushrooms, clouds
grow in the clown's belly
and vroom the Macaws shake
lose folds of laughter like
crackling thunder underneath
the moon startling! wow!
sinister briefly bits of
brain-spun cold wound home this
bit of tomorrow's feeling,
a man kneeling and homeless by the side
of the robe
the cold heart where the worm turns
tomorrow into tomorrow and tomorrow
is today.
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