in some dark damp cave
poised to plunge
to the glowing hole
at the bottom of rippling pools
cold and crying
held up like the Hanged Man
and slapped on the ass
to make sure the thing runs...
still in all the ensuing years
we do not remember when some cord
will be cut and we will descend once again...done...
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