The infinite arrangements
Are out there, waiting for you.
You can say anything, if
You can rearrange the words
To discover it in us.
Every arrangement always
Is in us, available,
Any genius, any lie,
All poems imaginable.
Might as well keep adjusting.
You never know when you’ll say
What you never knew. You could.
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Tool Bouquet
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