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Egg Wrinklings
And I cracked the earth upon the pan
And splashed the yolk onto my bread
Such a sour milk for a boy like me
Like a sponge that's coughed up too much dust
Or a fawn that's shattered mirrors flush
The earth is but an egg
Unwrinkled and unstirred
The earth is only one more lip to fold
And one more star to blind the naked eye
