Interarcane

Between fire and water, ginger paws.
Dragged, clawed, caged,
out the money.

God non-standard,
worse hips than ships,
unready to walk,
elbowed afloat
by a yang sin
and the yin song.

Pass hands before mouth
to keep gnats
from being your fault.

Lines quake at the intersection
and don't exist in separation.

"Are my prepositions 
fraught and freight and failed?"
Yes, always yes.

Continuity is your only question
to again say
as you always do.

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