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A pomegranate spits seconds.
Below it, seeds flame
and gurgle; sperms,
before a higher order worm,
shout, Spore! From an elephant more,
this sky
splits open; that girl, who has to be
or decays, only a misquote's, a mosquito's,
cry to be fed, to be slapped,
bit into
(her) a blood filled page.

Two drops float, fall
above the 'everything drooled' pool
below shadows
which light a right-to-left off stage.