the next war has already begun
and already I am war-weary
multi-hazard reconnaissance investigations
reveal nothing while imaging everything
producing something to bring a condition
of terrible arousal
you look bored too: I'd apologise if it were my fault
but powers greater than those affected
cycle in the temperature estuary
while downstream a rude motif percolates
refined in major and minor statements
give me a chance; the best is cheapest
the load is lightest where least light struck it
support the troops and care for veterans
for someday soon my ship comes in
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