Knowledge
is
that
murkier
darkness
and
yet
knowing
is
no
comfort.
The
body
sprung
and
flexed
soft
to
the
touch,
lean
up,
look
out,
green
loft
and
brown
furry
muse.
No
amount
of
running
will
ease
desires. Young
poets
they
sing
like
hares
on
the
mountain Young
poets
they
sing
like
hares
on
the
mountain If
I
were
but
a
hunter
I'd
soon
go
a-huntin' To
my
right
a
fol-diddle
dee
diddle
dee
day.
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