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We ride the thinned-out hills feelers with boundary
thin rivers leave threads in our recurring instep
we brothers of rubber wheels
 and the knocking sky's frecklight
      we share on our shoulderblades
         the bucketmouth of ultimate cancers
a ditch of purple gasoline shadow folded
  up in a wallet, into a money hatchet
     back of the deadbarn ferns at the edge
          the gripping lake of monkeywrench tears
              spider's door vagina at the bronzed rear
                  of the head, of the mouth
                    explaining in music this is how we were eaten