Escapes


Magical addiction to good clear grammar

Loads of small moments come after escaping the cannibals

Not a caravan of giant ants devouring fallen logs

Or a tribe of jellyfish, the stinging wiggly umbrellas, 

The sensations of dread are so heavy they cry in their sleep

Gnawing on their limbs and heads

Soon elementary syntax, context, structure of verb and noun

Short and long lines, prose and poetry boil inside the cauldron

Overflow on the floor, out the door, on to the streets

They surrender themselves, surrendering to elements of surprise.

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