To cross a sea is identical
To the honour of your family,
The washing machine and the mule
And the musculature of clouds.
Exactly the way the clothes-peg is not
Identical to the question posed
By a returning cosmonaut,
So it is with vein and tail.
In all fairness it must be said
That a twig from a grapevine
Is a perfect and extreme weapon.
The indicators in the earth
After all, turn at variable speed
And don't vie for anything identical.
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