Walk to beckon sun
proclaim all roar roaming
interlocking tongue till salivating purple
as king of king’s stuff apple
bore-less head turns on spit
knead the dirt, regurgitate butterfly,
I,
hold up bones skinned and howl
leave your eyes
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your eyes.

editors note: Eat to see, see to eat; the eyes have it. – mh clay