I knew somehow
when you looked up and over me,
that you wanted
to sweep away the town.
Before you made a sound,
I saw you reach through the rain
for the devil's feet.
As you tore through the tall grass
I felt something deceptive
coiled in your step.
But only the fools and the gods
churn the ocean for calyx
So do as you like with me.
May it bring you peace.
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