Asclepius
around his snake or boxes and bundles of pleading or blisters at the foot of the hill he built a track and the scent of mulled dressings at the sharp skull of his arch that binds, unpacks an injury of sweat to the floor of Gods and Globes
/he who has reaped the river/
"tiny globes scatter"
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