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SEE-SAW

make yourself heavier, they call. i close
both eyes, thinking
of sacks of cement, iron foundries
and elephants, an anchor sinking

in deep mud while a fleet of whales
manoeuvres above it, an anvil's
bullish head. for a while
i hold my breath and wait. to no avail:

nothing goes up, nothing goes down -

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