Duck of the brass neck
you
too
in the waters
swim
graceful
along with the others
hear
the buzzing of red eyed
dragon flies
drunken and madly
in love
with the mid-day
blare of sun:
you too
with others
will seek your place
of rest
in pining dusk:
forget your neck, you
be now one of us,
and
in this diversity we
found our common monadity.
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