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Algebra

On a leash, crazed Pluto paws,
in a quantum run, melt cock on a tongue.

“I come from rural plurals called
mother and father, the algebra of chains.
The cemetery of binary, where the
chalk print of human remains.”

On a leash, crazed Pluto falls,
alters, petals a parade around his feet.

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