the girth of a tiger
is the fat of dreams
where the paws walk rivers and mountains
the teeth shine with purple blood
the cub grown to fulfillment
accretes the hopes of fallen pronghorns
the dreams of meaty belches
and its stripes widen and blacken
and its orange tawns
and it feeds on its own lusts
till it is hard, unbreakable, perfect
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