Slink and slack, tumbling traveler
Rolling and running down tangled path
Angles and math cautiously guide curves
Destinations, points, beginnings and ends
All plotted and planned through winnings and friends
Birds sing because you expect them to
Desert night greets lizards too
All is in place and all makes great sense
ROCKS FALL FROM SKY
ROCKS CRUSH THE MAN'S HEAD
ROCKS FALL FROM ABOVE
ROCKS BEAT AND BLEED THE MAN
Fore and back, the bumbling traveler
Rolling and running an ugly blood bath
Puddles of it form a tide that serves
To feed the red-eyed fish who split their fins
All blotted and spanned by sickness and lack
Birds pick the flesh because we beg them not to
Arctic morning hides monsters too
All is in disarray and confounds the wise
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