Carts don’t roll on water;
Boats don’t float on dry land.
But what is a story,
Wheeled cart or a keeled boat?
Story runs everywhere,
These days mostly on air,
Leaving the storyless arts
Useless as carts with oars,
Masts crowned with wagon wheels,
Trying to chase stories
That take off everywhere.
Get back in the water
With your oars and your sails,
If you know how to float.
Uselessness is the way
To get across the lake.
Let storytellers boast
Everywhere. Glide nowhere.
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