on a hook in the anteroom.....
as the door opens,
revealing the chamber beyond,
the coterie gives me a glance...imbued as it is with secretions.....
I giggle......throw a bonbon or two into the moat.....
loving the warmth that toasts all barnacles....
we
shall all be found..
.out....and in....
each of us necessary......obstreperous, glowing.....mutating, nictating.....full of awe...and more than a few beans.....
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