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    DRAGON POET

    You write what you know
    What you read
    Baby bird excrement
    Like me
    Secretions from the line of new followers
    Fallen from stars to earth
    Forced at birth
    The flame from your mouth
    Burns the natural child
    And the baby birds have no fluffy feathers to fly
    The nests can’t hold or find
    I will open your mouth to feed gut and mind
    I will cry in the season of the new sun
    So the living have a chance
    In dung I will dance
    Grasp onto my flimsy branch
    To see you fly
    Children of the new age
    Dance in uncut grass
    Voices squeal to the mothers chant
    I love them all
    Because I smell the wet paint
    And they still sing
    Words I can’t understand
    Will you help me cement the moment?
    Moment In the heat of the dragon
    Flame melts what is solid
    And the child’s scream is a squeal
    I love what is real

    RDS
    THE SECOND
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