The flashing images entice me
to a great last stand in vain
But the yarrow sticks assure
that in retreat there’s certain gain
A whole life’s opportunity
might lurk in every day
constrained by the tragic math
the little we can see or say
Fool enough to act as if
this one is any better
elect not to move an inch
record this morsel write this letter
seems certain enough the great work
will stay buried in the ground
until I find the treasure map
until I find the workaround
what
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