Swill 
  

Another melting sunset bejewels my eye to herald the eternal cool embrace of dusk,
the rising silver pupil moon,
            the sky’s shining augur of our cosmic insignificance,
                                                beams to my parturient skull capped brain,
swilling soul among the restless sun-tinged grass, and fleeting russet birds - unbound by words - for the animals to love in their own free way.

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