Things roll away the senses cannot hold
for instance an eyeball on a big plate
glittering far seen glutinous for instants
one imagines crunchy. One considers
winning. The ambitious do, the kingdom
of odds a mental construct. Keys jangle
but it don't mean freedom. The pots rattle
but it don't mean food. Hot waves break on a solid
shore that won't bring safety; champion coconut's
full sour tension becomes repetitious.
The harvest is only brief comfort.
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