Invent a new word and scrawl it on the footpath.
Create a peace banner and hang it on my chest.
Write ‘left’ on one foot, and ‘go’ on the other.
Stand by, waiting patiently for the aftermath.
Spend my 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.
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