Like steely needles
grasping paper, bent silver
bleeding metal
reflects the flourescent light,
defiantly defying age, logic, truth;
We got to get this peace going
apace with the piece over here
and here here here here here
and so on here
until I get up remove myself laughing, into the bathroom stall,
no longer laughing, close the door,
turn the little knob as not to make a sound,
concentrate on spinning waters,
and send my answer
one thousand feet below.
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