it may have slept in the belly...
but not in the legs...the tail...
it infused..consumed..chose
a part to inhabit..to be...to be beyond and of..
.it had run full length..looking for the choice bits...for
the ordinal and essential...pliancy, of no concern...it found ways to meld with.. melt into cellular stuffs...
create a thing within a thing...made of two things...
.be
two things...no thing...
shadow thing...chewable, gristly thing........sleep in one nostril....blood beating in one ear.... dancing with all feet...keeping time with one digit.... and a stepstool....
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