Sunday, July 15, 2018

As the Mice Are Very Troublesome

Everything living
Wants a share, but no one wants
To share their share too freely.

Who’s got something good for me?
Who’s in my blood, up my bark,
Under my skin, eating me?

There’s only one strategy.
We will keep going
Until we run out of room
Or something else captures us.

That’s our motto, everything
Living said at the same time,
The only way anything
Remains to swear the same thing.

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