As the sun grew in size and voyage to its westward home
Little mind sweats profusely in its narrowed kayak
Prancing about his nascent in sequestered crossroad
Old brother called him as mite with forlorn eyes
And put him through the mill of his wired mired pasts
Little mind was quick in whirlpool
As he ran into cold and invisible silent mewling
He was nailed of those kerfuffle days in lurking punches
Where he suffered in the marsupial of precarious death
He looked his misty eyes to the gusty mirror
And watched them unfurl to thick darken tears
He stewed over this kindling desire, keen as mustard
But old brother is rigid and out of kilter
He must put the mockers on the queery emotions
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