Sun, high up in the sky. Higher than that old moon pie,
swollen with a cloud's scatological discharge: spooning
web- cocoon of a cloud's dissipating monsoon. Time to
wonder naught. You've got what you got. Now work with
thine eyes to know what it is your heart is too shy to sow.
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