The Forest of Crickets

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Hard night, you’re in my breathing now.            Come with me, since you have no choice,since you’ve been, in a way, abducted.            Every breath will demonstrate my power. We move through a forest of crickets.            Their tiny bodies are elderly, arthritic;they sense the fall already moving in,            who were babies just yesterday, who were children at dawn. They stiffen            into clothespins. […]

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