Distal creeks and life's promise
Life —that's tar, dionaea, velvet
On a hundred running antlers
From gods and kin
To lice and tools and paste
And weird again (or so we said)
Distal creeks beckoning us
—That's a flock of criminal pilgrims
Backed by tankers, navy and mold
It's raining tar
Printed antlers, wisdom
More tainted than rust
Distal creeks and the fading
Of forever
High priests of me and denial
Distal creeks —drowning, bloodthirsty
That's a nature horror story
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