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THE TURNS OF THE WILD
Cracking lightening in his teeth,
Coughing thunder while he speaks:
Spare the mild; spare the weak;
Treat him well, make him not sick;
Spare the madness, spare the drive,
Shun the grin of angry smiles;
Touch your truth, my bones and corns.
Chase the air; give it not space;
Wedge a war against the break;
Sake and wake and stake and rake;
Chew the mountain while it breaks,
Set the cake and no mistakes;
Chase the smoke and stop the globe;
One more chance for all to know.
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THE TURNS OF THE WILD
THE TURNS OF THE WILD
