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Gentrify Fly
If enabled, I could trace
currents hidden, ridden bare
by feathered sacks with tiny skulls.
I'd rap upon the bells with fist,
swallow flies and detritus,
bathe in bursting clouded vapor,
and stir the gray to poise the white;
twirl to vex the crowded eyes
and provoke the storms to end me.
