QED

poesy

Center Stage

The underbelly of a sparrow—a wet dandelion:
all that I may move and store.
I hear the continuous hum of the arena
and I, the spectator.
It is here that I purchase
a limited edition of necessary quarrels;
it is here that I begin to mistrust
the participant none other than myself.

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