Too much noise
will shred the softest parts of me.
at the crash of a cymbal,
I am reminded
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I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.
Pant
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I
Mick, we are in a swamp.
Bullrush baited, thick
in the thicket, vibrant
and violent. We
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