A Stone, A Glass,

A Stone, A Glass,

A Poem by Taxidermy 101
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When I walk out of the woods and into a construction zone.

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)A figure etched in glass by which I may come to know myself.(
(Everyone is both a street and a closet.)
((I see what you did there (I saw).))

Like some great bulldozer god 
scraping his teeth along the bedrock-
We move over-
not through
so we dream of caves 
and evacuations.
Using words as





crutches.

© 2015 Taxidermy 101


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