
unsettled by
echo,
and disoriented
in the darkness,
I tried
echolocation. . .
lobbing stones
like a saint
(or something)
and when
nothing
rebounded
and nothing
ricocheted
I made it
threw
–alive.

unsettled by
echo,
and disoriented
in the darkness,
I tried
echolocation. . .
lobbing stones
like a saint
(or something)
and when
nothing
rebounded
and nothing
ricocheted
I made it
threw
–alive.
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