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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
