Just one hand
A pen cap and other artifacts
Cradles, kitchens, nations
A line of lights and another in paint
A third of people
A fifth of gin
This monkey, that steering wheel
Biomass vs. ballast, take your pick
Stand here
Eyes up, but used up
Tie a string to it and call it a day
Let it all run out
Watch the ocean become the sky become the sand become the sea
Or something like that
You're the box and the prize and the mouth and the peanuts
And this is the dream where we forgive you
April 11, 2017
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