Gentle turpentine,
love words,
across serpentine slurps
and birdsong soaked marshes.

Eye see,
you boated back
to those bad young days
when bundles of sticks
met superegos 
and raged by light machine.

Calm is peace's precursor.
Hands shake when wet.
Fur is automatic
but hair is always a choice.

Swear, animals, 
your dominion is  
and we are you.

Lucidity loves company
and extinction squashes bugs.
Tread lightly, shod and shoddy,
your steps may maker break.

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