to teach is a talon turned
inward to pluck
the string to grow that one's nest
and up its nestlings
my own is bare inside
this odd egg which rathers
empty to quaking--fears
the purple knot's squirt
ink through translucence
better I weed my viscera, out
it, than throb its vision into
the big-bruise blind of
all my fetal birds
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