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Not because of his eyes,
the eyes of a bird,
but because he is beaked,
birdlike, to do an injury,
has the turtle attracted you.
He is your only pet.
When we are together
you talk of nothing else
ascribing all sorts
of murderous motives
to his least action.
You ask me
to write a poem,
should I have a poem to write,
about a turtle.
The turtle lives in the mud
but is not mud-like,
you can tell it by his eyes
which are clear.
When he shall escape
his present confinement
he will stride about the world
destroying all
with his sharp beak.
Whatever opposes him
in the streets of the city
shall go down.
Cars will be overturned.
And upon his back
shall ride,
to his conquests,
my Lord,
you!
You shall be master!
In the beginning
there was a great tortoise
who supported the world.
Upon him
All ultimately
rests.
Without him
nothing will stand.
He is all wise
and can outrun the hare.
In the night
his eyes carry him
to unknown places.
He is your friend.
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destroying all sorts of lives
nothing sharp clear
mud-like motives
and
his least action is all sorts of murderous
whatever opposes him overturned
by his great conquests
should you
outrun the night
my Lord and master
he is not your friend
will you escape his will
the confinement
ultimately not
go back
This is awesome guise. I like the way you took a poem that sounds so reverent and cosmic and turned it into a shortly worded warning. In one it is "You shall be master!" while in the other it's "my Lord and master he is not your friend". Truly a great transformation.
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