The Bacon boys scatter in all directions.
Grief overloads every boat heading for the sea.
It takes the square root of five paving stones
to reveal that a big step can turn into a tumble.
With a thigh graft taking hold on the top
of my Danish head, I take a long left
at the corner of confusion and critical mass.
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