...And shall we reign?
Rain we shall. Across the sky and over the border, until the sea fills
up with us and there's no room left for water.
Like an abundance of babies born during summer?
Naked and spanked, we'll turn whines into laughter, until our volume
becomes a light steady thunder. We'll cut off our tops and attach
further down, the tighter we bind, the less we'll be loud. There'll be
no arms, no eyes, no smiles nor bosoms, just our feet and legs and the
bottoms they bud from. We'll stay as one brain, one blood group, one
belly, a panting four-legged utility beauty.
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