everyone's having a go
at it so will i
a plane a part an ocean
of people putting thought
to screen to bound
trajectories to far
and fixed to know for
now and ever to be found
so right before our very
eyes these artless animals
disappear and through
the water of their arguments
soon to sway on side
to side by you
to turn back over time to go
on past the prime or charge
with reason to make change
again to right oneself
of hope that else
before the slipping slope
two planes two lates to know
it even if you try to truth
the readings only range as far
you mull you feel you while
your will to screen
your thoughts familiar dull
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