And so .6356 hours expire
In the sudden peeling back
Of plastic such that
There is for one instant
A coverless shrug of air
In the shape of a laugh's hoarding
A thing that floats in a pool
Is a Thing
That approximates a thing that
Swims in a pool of cash
And shares only
As dry veins do
Laid out in a square
It goes up like a light
Puffed up and gumming around
It goes out
It is not to be a foundry
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