Wrenches and Cardboard Boxes


One time, the messenger said, the message unfolded.

The message it said

The message it said I’m wrong you’re right

The message unfolded the spilling of lagoon

The vapor wafted quietly upon the lover’s chest

Rest, I must

The others said to me

Rest, I must

For all eternity

The mundane and the moot

Now we find they’re after loot

And we can root

For one lost boot

In the end it still is lost

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