Bootstrap 19


like an ocean of twisting army ants 
I am the king
at the building's spire and spiral staircase
with my birth a purpose
we descend to the interiors of caves
papery ideas flickering
rough brown pine bark
and return dark red to the earth
whistling and roaring
as the dragonfly zooms

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