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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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May 16, 2025  

More in Release the Hounds

for the smallest, the biggest dreams

draft
which hair
was pulled
from my
thick skull

that dared
to dream
the brush
is heaven?

what dust
mote was
the dead
dry flesh

that dared
to fly
from me
to you?

what young
cock was
which crowed
each morn

and dared
to wake
the summer
red sun?

oh Hercules!
Lift me.
Save me.
I am weak.
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