pale porcelain arms broke
leaping to them for shelter
and fell into wet depths below
among a fetid predatory scent
and gray and green and stones
the surface so far and wanted
to breech and breathe and bail
from the darker world below
with muted sounds and moves
scampering up the steep cliff
mounted with swaying grass
to sit and stall in the silence
in stirring smoke of a friend's pipe
and delving speculations of this
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