reptile poetry must be weord
i mean weird
containing many cold images
pertaining to many a cold romance
ready to be sliced in half
at a moment's notice
few enough are the humans
who have completely mastered
reptile poetry
who have mastered the voluntary regulation
of the heart
and so modulate
gasps in the cerebral void
i have never met one
that was not eaten by birds
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