I'm not sure what to make of snows in June, if they're real or imagined. Is this an hallucination or an abomination?
But the two boxers who both seem committed to a fight to the death - that willingness to go to the nth degree of a violent sport, I can believe that - it's the gladiatorial instinct buried in every contact sport. Don't passionate audiences yell KILL! KILL! to motivate their favorites. So is this a poem of things spinning out of control, symbolized by snow in June?
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I'm not sure what to make of snows in June, if they're real or imagined. Is this an hallucination or an abomination? But the two boxers who both seem committed to a fight to the death - that willingness to go to the nth degree of a violent sport, I can believe that - it's the gladiatorial instinct buried in every contact sport. Don't passionate audiences yell KILL! KILL! to motivate their favorites. So is this a poem of things spinning out of control, symbolized by snow in June?