Each word I choose
 	carries a different rucksack load        for each of you
 	like I’m the fox        slinking along rail lines
 	        thinking by instinct & appetite        & you’re
 	        the commuter passing through
 	like I’m the moon whose same beams call
 	        to a weeping child        to a prowling owl
 	        to shivering rodents in the grass
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