Jugulars

We are jugulars and are shrinking. We are islands that cannot be reached head up, Monroe’s islands thundering words that are just sounds.

Our grandfather is hopeful of our words beyond fury. Words are our fury our islands are full of. Our fury is entirely gender.

Sometimes it is the whole of mankind . But our  words are like a fury spent on trees till they are horizontal to our earth.

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