man kneeling The wind, forceful, lifted me
      in iron chains
      on blue mornings
      on my little boat
      across the windowpane
To where mountains would inspire sunshine.

You attack me on the mountainside
      we have climbed, shuddering.
Your being falters
and like the silver jaws of a monkey wrench
You assault my face
      like dogs eating bananas scattered on the ground

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