Waves and water
great rolling clouds
all these words dissolving
get no cheering
got no crowds
just a sense of turmoil
a great roiling chaos
some how the capitalists
will harness
to preplex the players
and I'm bobbing along
the surface like a cork
obsessed with my
reason for being
won't be delivered by a stork
won't be wrapped
like a package
sublty marked in a book
for all that I can't give
up on it
and so I wriggle
on the hook
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