Creature
In the myth
he throws away his name
to disarm his fear,
to grow many legs
stamping to one pace,
voice and place.
It crawls each day forward
and backward in time.
A body camouflages its form
carrying a rainbow back,
reaches into buildings
only to drown the streets again
One catches me
and takes no time to melt
my face.
In the myth
he throws away his name
to disarm his fear,
to grow many legs
stamping to one pace,
voice and place.
It crawls each day forward
and backward in time.
A body camouflages its form
carrying a rainbow back,
reaches into buildings
only to drown the streets again
One catches me
and takes no time to melt
my face.
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