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Atoms lock elbows
and next thing you know
that's a deer fixing
you from across
the lawn
not the tree it shelters
under, the grass beneath its
hooves
not even the clouds, for all
the good they
do anybody
just the blackness of
ancient eyes, seeing you
knowing everything
they will ever need to
and then one day
returning their knowing
to the flies