when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of othersand the strays are pining for their unrequited mothersmilk that sours is promptly spatlight will fill our eyes like catsand they shall enter from the backwith spears and scepters and squirming sacksscribs and tangles between their earsfaceless scrumbled charcoal smearsthrough the coppice and the chaparralthe thickets thick with moldthe bracken and the briercatchweed into the foldwhen our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of othersand the strays are pining for their unrequited mothersmilk that sours is promplty spatthe light will fill our eyes like catscataracts
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