gather ’round


sister calls me
somehow whisker free
brother galls me
somehow sinisterly
mother maybe
sees me
otherwise abstractedly
father may he
free me
otherwise whimper free

brethren gather 'round
we
kindred folk and the
wee-poled please
this rock
this wall
falisaded won't fall
this water tis all
spirits mad
sent squalls

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