don't interrupt I won'f if I don't
have anything to say as if used
to being told what to do or not
that's as big as thought is now
I've thought it all before going
farther than I thought possible
the work remains waiting time
turns back on itself like a cow
with four stomachs ruminating
or a horse asleep standing up
how can I go on doing what I
say and plan the trip is always
round but I am flat and scared
shadows like memories erased
by creeping time another side
done crisp quickly running out
once gone all doubt can be left
behind on the receding ground
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