You can spend your entire life planning,
But still be surprised.
The pair of eyes behind the flood gate switch
Is drunk on a backdrop horizon
Oversaturated with sloppy stitches.
Don't call the engineer to build you a bridge
If the hinge off of which you precariously swing
Fans the fire you cook up in your kitchen.
The blueprint was a war map, a plan of attack
For when you dropped tiny little bombshells
Encasing little notes of peace.
This radar finds no target for the sake of compliance,
But to provide a counterargument to silence
Would be
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