Quarter
One clue lyin’ inside my head
it’s not true
it spines cleaving my eye into two
steppin’ among hair making a fence
fallin’ into my imagination
Half
A dozen herons mess up one clue
It’s not a clue
Clues
Become hurricane stabbing between two lungs
Breathing is not completely breath
But my ten fingers absorb the fluid
One
It’s only one
No fence and hurricane
Just clue the only one
No dice
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