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			  the sleeping dog lies stubby immaculate half
				erect dreaming (perhaps)
  silent
  recumbent and alive
				with no need to wonder or worry
  breathing in and out
				its sour dogs' breath
  warming the blanket beneath it and the
				earth               beneath that
  a
				heirarchy of entropy and thermo- dynamics and tail wagging (now
				and then)
  we are all (i suppose) winding down but the dog is
				effortless and steady state
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			  it needs no past an ticipates no further than the
				next meal or walk out or lie-in and never when it's
				sleeping
  only when you or i dangle a leash or rattle
				a bowl or when its own faithful bowels growl
  the
				sleeping dog on
				its side        short
				legs straight
  farting once (or twice) and yawning raising
				its head only to lick its lips and
				 sigh        and lie back
				again
  tail wagging (now and then)   |