January 20

Sudden motion. Or does it, like a bargain,
grow from contention, that vice-like grip which sews
together chromosomes, which hikes along never

ending trails ripe with the tended
crops of life. Or by spite? Fat raindrops
pierced by lightning strikes, by thunder, fierce
hunger of a God, like anger.

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