March Ember

On a silky rat day like today
Sliding without legs or
Pushed to the side
Just enough for belly crawl
Or seizure
All flat tires are frozen cracked
Pinched to streetbacks and binder clipped
All reviewed and marked up white and yellow
Arrows pointed hither tither
With a single quotation
Grinding all up in your official

This high falootin leatherneck trial
With star anise snow tacks
Every landscape a portrait;
That being face of cowboy, face of child

On the flipside,
All roads leading in to temple gate
Squirmy rodent Mecca
That blast of dark wet
Grizzled pipe fingers
Grabbing soft becoming walls
Then the mouth of things
A certain heaven platform
Or just platform
Some other level (game play adjust)
Or just dirt tromp flip over on back
To really get the feel
Tiles hiding limits
Bright tubes of light to make things ok
You can leave anytime you want
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3.23.11