callous

Its state and posterity

Round and about this head spins

hours on a while, limbs move

to and fro through the shuffle of time

one sees great seas this way up

or down below, from the sea saw

where we breath for baluga whales

trained as they are to entertain wailers

though you were not worth it

and the dime lost its value

yours was a history forgotten

 

Sail low on the ship.

Breathe easy in sleep.

Walk straight right this way,

to where you need not speak.

If this isn't real then why?

Why are we standing here,

sitting there, walking here;

 

even sheep aren't stupid

 

 

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