Invent a new word and scrawl it on the footpath
Create a peace banner and hang it on your chest
write 'left' on one foot and 'go' on the other
- get a job and wait patiently for the aftermath
Spend your only life as an artisan scratching
scrimshaw into bones of frames for scaffolds,
for masterpieces. Pray for patent protection, or an afterlife,
and wait for the plan's inevitable hatching
Sledge stone, incise, align. With ten thousand other
slaves you join this chorus with the sky. Climb past breath
until with battle spit, collapse you are revolting
with the very stench of hope
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