Amniotes

Never sure footing
On branches
All the way
Up or out

Probably belong in a pool
With other over easy eggs
But instead
I will write you a letter

Dear you
Be static
In your stasis
Is magic

Not to alarm
But as we move for more oxygen
Or follow our food off the plate
We become more of what we hate

Unless you are non-newtonian
Or full newt
Or nutella
Then behaving is counterproductive

Lashing out
With tongue and cheek
Is the necessary end
To an otherwise splintered offshoot

In hindsight
You have to peer over your shoulder
For no one can see
That well

In conclusion
There is ruin in the nostril
Like a sulphuric powder
Once alive at high temperatures

After all that
Be released
Leaving imprint
That snubs noses
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5.24.11