Will I ever get a leg up
on the clutter
the muttering the
stutter of the
not quite start
am I set up to
accept those joyful terms
across the plains
have I got time
for chasing art
for all the time
spent in quiet
it's been a steady diet
of chattering
a little like a monkey
little cluttered
little junky
Still I dream of
someday shattering
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