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Fancy on in the river's shoes

We're all left on you.

What is the right

The left?

You've been taking your time to think

Of what you might say.

My mind reels on its own.

You've got something to say.

And we both stop. We have to catch our breaths

In each other's mouths before the lantern burns out.

I need to stop. And stop the rhythm of the beating drum in my ear.
I need to stop. And stop the rhythm of the beating of the base in my chest.
I need to stop. And stop the rhythm of the beating of the airbags beneath my ribs.

The cage is broken and liquid spews.
Argue has blamed the bacteria for its presence.
Pestilence is where the children go.

To sit

And eat

And Swallow.

We're taking off the river's shoes and placing ourselves inches in the soil.