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13 Fantasy Flight On my wing you stood But now I can flee – fast too Because naked as your power over me Was your naked sole Unbeknown to you I pierced it When you took a bath With only a twig I uncovered In this your bush of some wealth To a safe shore this sunbird flew When a river of blood the elephant bled My Lords Don’t worry, said he Brought my own mat, promised he When out I stepped – for his water On my mat he was sitting I was standing In codes spoke he Biblical, esoteric galore, Call me Progress, Democrazy Freedom, Human Rights, nay Civilization – the Way When out of slumber I snapped On the branch of the big apple tree he was Digging at the roots, in the grass, I was Weeding the Elephant’s grass His elephant feet on me, alas ...

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