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But then, our hands free, we saw the horizon,
Felt the lure of the long grasses below and forced
Ourselves up into a ludicrous perpendicularity
To see our predators and find our preys.
Add a million years or so of inadequate adaptation,
Compressed and crushed vertebrae,
Prolapsed discs and irritated nerves
And spasm’d here I lie
In my last remaining attitude of comfort;
Socks impossible and shoes untied.
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