All this projection
all this futurist suggestion
I can stop dodging the how
I can get into now
nowhere anywhere
but here
nothing at all to fear
but fear
it's all turning out
beautiful
all children bright
and dutiful
all wives of stainless
purity
all comfort, love
security
and this pen
looks like a prow
and I'm right here
into now
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