deeper than the pain of death
is the heart's breadth.
wider than a whale's jaw
is the reach of a racing mind's paw.
seven miles above the earth
aliens, hung up above, hover.
backwoods' ignorance is such
that a flood would not touch.
the wolf preys at night,
he has your children by the throat.
tighter than a vice's grip
is he making you slip.
quicker than a grandfather's life
do you tumble without advice.
the undercurrent has you by the toe
the only way to go is down.
i hope your door is painted red.
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