Never mind this
Rough-cut thought
Cleft clear of the image orbit
This buckshot song
Chases yonderclouds
Wordflock circles shadowlight
In the one-tree-field
Lungleaves heave and cough
Blood summoned hunger
This outlawed voice
Calls down plaguecrows
Sore-mouth plaguecrows
Now listen close
It’s the toad’s oath
The gnarled and gnaw-worthy
Toad’s boast and final toast
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