rabbit

rabbit
space. the one rabbit runs straight at the other and the other
rabbit jumps vertically at the very last moment over the first
rabbit and landf in rabbit burrow you turn into tubes of
earthworms, i am there, turning communication; the rabbit,
almost not at all. The rabbit exists in a world and inert. maybe
by and large instinctual. the rabbit pays no attention, the and
a rabbit is of limited vocality. space. the one rabbit runs
straight at the other and the other rabbit jumps vertically at
the very last moment over the first rabbit and landf in mouths
of ashes trying to speak. narrowly avoided a jackrabbit and two
transgenic rabbit (which is been played/overplayed/reoverplayed
endlessly) this point, like the rabbit (_qua_ bunny), his work
is close to beans. rabbit cabbages. Madame Lapine. apple.
cabbage, AureliusVisitor :ac Apising the one rabbit runs
straight at the other and the other rabbit jumps vertically at
the very last moment over the first rabbit and landf in the one
rabbit runs straight at the other space. the one rabbit runs
rabbit holes of feed-based sites. or neighbors beans. rabbit
cabbages. Madame Lapine. apple. cabbage, quit quite quivering r
ra rabbit raccoon rage rags rail rails This is not about the
rabbit this is absolutely not about the rabbit this has nothing
to do with the rabbit. What's a rabbit is not about the rabbit
this is about the moon. This is about rabbit that we see
repeatedly that looks out into the the young world reflected in
the eye of a very young rabbit of a very very young rabbit,
moon and world and wonderful, world of rabbits and moon
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if it weren't for the occasion of the rabbits in the woods
we'd have no idea about our neighborhoods
where rabbits meet along with other whirls
of animals among them notorious squirrels
another thing that might take hold
would be the presence of one or another slime mold,
one or zero which puts us at our ease
while i continue to test cameras like these
ignoring war, famine, exile, violence, torture, conquestation
even brutality puts everything to the test but fathers knew best
our fathers who fought in wars and had no rest and knew best
to leave us proclamation as bequest
these are the worlds hurtling at sub light speed
into our imminent destruction and new news feed
we're fed up with the truth from elsewhere let's make our own
we're doing that now and we're not along and you know
this mediocrity of a poem at ten below
takes up so much space there's no room to breathe
like rabbits we should take our leaves and leave
like coyote whom we all bereave
the only motto which is true i trust -
whatever you say, there's nothing left of us