Might have occurred
After that first luscious lunch
Or even when a spine began to sprout
Perhaps you are waiting around
For the blobfish to go extinct
Before pulling the plug
On the whole operation
Is it the status quo
That stands to be so wounded
The lost children
Dream of genes
The wispy earth piling up on itself
As it tends to do
Our itch to manicure
Whatever tries to cure itself of man
Deciding to give up
Comes from two different directions
The resolution that there is one way
The resolution that there are unique circumstances
As time binds us to this time
With ribbons taut as banjo strings
It takes no courage at all
To not float away
In fact
Floating is sometimes attributed to magic
Or having no end
In your carbon based image
It has been decided that it no longer matters
The grand central scheme of things
Cleaning the arterial canals
Making way for movement;
Getting out of the way
Is so freeing
Near impossible
Passing by buildings
That are just underway
Releasing the judgments
All guilt associated with measuring once
Allowing the rubber tree to hunker down
Giving in to elastic bands and reinforced cables
Embracing the sweet red marks that brand your likeness into mine
I can honestly say
I am digging your foundation
Fiending for your bricks
Happy with your proposed pitch
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3.25.10
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