quicksilver knife
shred the sky
dance
conga to the north
samba to the south
murmur and mull
flash
flaunt
echo to the east
whisper to the west
wigwag
two-edge matchete
etch stretch mark
on body of the sky
smile
laugh
give its bicep a flex in the tree
plot
tattoo
on body of the sky
run helter-skelter
bleep
clap
combing for moon
searching for sun
beat drums of fright
collide with air
crack
crank
rumble and strike
return to its sheath!
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