AND THE WIND
WON'T LIFT AN ANVIL
Safe to say. That one. How
the wind won't lift an anvil -
so we can pin things to it,
and I do. The solid and the
bold; and secure, they will be
blown nowhere. Like my heart
in an hour, or my mind in an instant.
Nothing will go, and nothing from
here leaves. It's all the same change
I propose. One hundred percent of
everything, right on the nose.
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