And strain fro it the small creatires lurking
They will feed myself an others
The bounty of a mineral substrate
Their bodies will come apart
Chitin, sinew, a mess of nerves
And further these structures descend
To the isolates of calciums and carbon strings
But I'll fear this moment
Oh, why not a bone
A fish
A river
The whole river
The wind
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