that rips the seams from the inside
of a hollow tree stretched with the webs
of tiny brown spiders who couldn't care less
my spine is ripping is a cracker crumble way
that simply parts and the seeds disembark
on their heroic journey to the floor
where they blink stupidly at the dog feet
my spine is cornering in a pining sort of way
of the tissues past of ripping whitewards
though the plastic claims the better half
as the fibers long for unification
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