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When word 'help' rings
testing our fling -
how far a few
can stretch their
wing
to scratch the surface
to view
face to face
an issue
to share
the spot
under the sun,
a current medium
of exchange -
the sum,
embodied
in trees, groves,
woods,
comes
teetering
on the edge
of devil
tongue
faraway
in a comfort,
numb…
thoughts: am I
a big ship,
called to
haul aboard
sunken boat,
decoyed
to dive into cold water
with no aqualung,
whereupon only
friendly hand matter...
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Lots of great imagery here as always when you steer, help sure is needed to avoid such a berg, just ask the titantic
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