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A mind
made my wind swing,
motionless at a busy mill.
Machinery!
crancky and slow
bitter and sweaty
triggered all senses to wring
at will.

Shy and odorless as a pit,
unique as a coral reef in a sinkhole,
strange as duldrums at a birthday party
hesitant as a batterie of lies in an ice cube
crazier than a diamond drill on a root canal.

Down below,
where the blade was raised,
a fleeting bird swims in a sand box
wakes up where lies a tie and a little cry
Hopeful,
he waited for the first high tide,
and soared to the eternal skies.
The empty handed catch of the day,
The lost opportunity of a lifetime,
exposed his sail to the wisest of the crabs.


Said Leghlid, 1998.

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