Drip-dry intellect
Crash courses through veins
Made blush green cast beneath
The meltdown sky imagined
Javelina penned into an up-close
Forecast history holding before
Dinner alone in the home of two
Who would not befriend without
Gathering up something never to be
Caught open by graveside
To fill with peat and lives
Distracting from the lens of anyone
Standing near the stand of pines in principio
As religion foiled by natural selection
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