Here’s the toad. Here’s the edge of the well. Steeped leaves, steep water. Still noctambulist. Bolt hole. Bed rock. Never see, never go under. Yes you will. Shut eye. Drowse. Drown. Cock light. Burrow. What’s quick? What’s mired? Quilt crawls. Flicks. Licks the dust. Gulch. Gully. Bed fast. Bed fellow. Never stir, never stare. Yes you will. Twitch toad. Rattle bones. Oh toad. No kiss, no golden ball. No one loves you. Yes it will. Quilt’s rucked, rumpled. Something seethes. Something shivers. Jaws unhinge. Yes you will. Like stone. Kick toad. Leap frog.
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