Lightning-torn bark lured on the lower limbs, a sym-
bol of how a bole bares itself in time. I've tried
to wear my sheddings so gracefully
that finches will not flush at the foul capillary sheen my
systolic nerve acts out its barn-raisings slash burnings by.
Have a heart. Mine murmurs yes and no and yet now.
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