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i want there to be an animal

on this level we have only the trap
and like to catch ourselves in the wet
concrete and spraypaint and tag

as we would a tiger asleep with the temporary poison
and track where it will growl and leap in the boundary
it may never know it is assigned and paces

the tiger falls asleep in the unusual daytime
for having approached the border, natural
tiger natural light coming in we can tell

we captured the doberman and set him free
but we still fail to realize ourselves inside the mint
don’t know ourselves at the concert, even

the limits are a function of the forces we can measure
are the forces balance stable
are there lions with antlers ever

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