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all I can do

is turn the pages
of another book in which
we look and see one another,

a permanent microwave

trim the sail
sit still awhile
observe the patterns
why do they waver
over the water?

PSWD: go lightly
carry a thug stick
lug it thru the forest
drill in when ye need it
come out the other side