An expansion and a relaxation though
still they face the eradication of possibility but,
unhindered at first by a perception of crushing power
always sitting on their sleeping chests and laughing
through their seeming absence of significance, until
they start to wave, even without bucking or fighting exactly,
weight increasing and pressure on the air pipe and
it's so easy for the others who are sitting on their
sleeping chests, ignored largely, mostly, but now they
have even noticed and the nuisance must be eradicated
easily because it's not them just glancing but the sun is
low and bleak in the mirror and a joy of beauty
is going to be snuffed out, an absolute shredded and binned,
except that a night six weeks ago there was a glance that
is there and can't be removed, and other glances
into the low sun and the fog of Spring.
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