Let’s say we were all given bicycles to build . . .
. . . any way we wanted . . .
. . . how many wheels . . . . . . what configurations . . . . . . how many seats . . .
All up to us.
take your time, we were told
do it your own way, we were advised
maybe try it this way, we were kindly suggested
“fuck off” was the essence of our consistent reply
as we stacked
wheel upon wheel upon wheel ever higher.
“I’ll get this to roll yet,” we promise.
can’t you just feel the tenderness
in that cosmic sigh?
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