I wish to indulge in the acts of gods

I wish to indulge in the acts of gods, they ask me what I want to do
I wish to indulge in the act of gods
to sheepish retreat, head down and 20 feet hook tied and swinging
our chains shall rally, our steeds shall secede
mexican pauses, latin stallions befouled
all of our water is sediment, all of our drops and soil dewed done
a canopy of hope remains in your fur, in your ballistic protrusions
the heat from ticks we rub and in candid blubber, silken sea trim
to condense
eat of canned produce
this suckered jab dulled tin
James Browning Kepple

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