The Foundling

Extract:

Scribbles of: maps and blasted, blistered, bagged-up thoughts,
Falling out like armed ants.
No queen but you,
Semiotic cypher of symbiosis.
You whose phonemes and dirtied dreams
Roll like light bursting through marbles.

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