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Plus and a Half
For distant seeking
of all of these seeds
These peptides, these rulers,
The Sun
We are expected to be the smallest
And half paid
But the vertigo of one person
Is anathema
For minutes to soak up the Sun,
I am minutes to one person,
and one half, and one Sun
Ecstasy in view
And the blinds we paid for
I am hand-picked,
and laying, best for later
To be images of the Sun,
and languishing,
To be early-led,
and the landscape,
I use imminent draw
And feel poorly
when in power,
And I am no-one,
but the Sun