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| from "Flatlands," by Jaime Beechum |
Save Your Energy
In listening to every song there is a climbing inside
There is a slow eating of plant material to cast away
evolution’s grip on the purpose of your teeth Take that
evolution Take that function over form Art is the sickness
and the doctor and the medicine and the even the long winter
convalescing A body makes a mark before it vanishes
damn it The Earth will let you echo
[Image above by Jaime Beechum]
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