a zebradized balloon
floating, drifting
toward a
rhinocerized cloud
could that helium-
filled elastic beat
the odds? hitting
the puffy, single
hornied spike or
could that balloon
just be enveloped
by the stomach
of that unfriendly
beast? being
suspended and
accepted
jungle territories
have established cycles
are hard to fracture,
but why should a
zebra and rhino
fight amongst
themselves? when
there are lions
waiting over their
shoulders, waiting
to pounce on both
God is in the wind
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