teenage assembly
queued there
each in
their own
special uniform
way
dragging shells
chosen
haphazardly
passers by
destroyed
the barely
curated
by
picking them
out
turning them
over
naming their
patterns
sorting their
classes
ticking them
off
in observants’ handbooks
juvenilia incarnate
freshly shot
tendrils
easily stunned
withdrawn
within
everything
in sheep’s clothing
until tempted
to ascend
basking
for higher beings
slowly baking
the lesser
//ends
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