you see

you see stars
draw lines between
them make shapes
give them the names
of ancient gods

you see a block
of light throw up
your hands and make
animals speak through
them

you see a pile
of debris you
better build a ship
with it and float
down to mexico

you see some empty
bottles fill them back
up slip music or
messages in them

you see a little
tonka truck you must
see a construction
yard and scaffolding
mounds of dirt

you see someone
making eyes at you
make eyes at you
too looking so good

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