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Small arthropods, with pink eyes
on writhing yellow stalks, they are
permanently curious. They watch
one another, the road, the horizon,
the skies. Their blurring mandibles
soundlessly savor a continuous
stream of syllables. Each of them
imagines itself as the swaggering
heroine, her intestinal fortitude,
her disloyal squire, her hefty steed,
and its internal parasites—all at
the same time. They fall into more
roles endlessly: Maiden, Moth,
Chronometer, Serpent, Artificer,
Implement, Vessel, Swarm; new
configurations, paths of seeing.
They believe that there will
always be a fresh experience
ahead, another Word to come.