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the province of the Ionian

crawls with life, like:

the slow and deliberate tarantula

who moves through stately couples

graceful and elegant, though short

tambourines tickled with tiny toes

teeth sinking in deep – oh no

movement according to the accordion

speeding towards hysteria

dance away the delirium

140 heart beats split in sixes and eights

the spider scuttles away

just before the swordfight ends

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