it doesn't feel right holding the gems in my small hands,
talking across phone lines and intranet, the tempo is too
fast and in the wrong order.
I need to drop the gems quickly and get out of the way,
someone else will pick them up and put them in their pocket,
not realizing their tempo will pick up, their hair will fall out
and their children will leave home from lack of attention.
maybe it's what they want instead of traveling to launch
sites and counting particles behind thick glasses pressed
against microscope eyepieces, I don't know that,
only they do, but I know I'll feel lighter with the
gems scattered across the parking lot, sparkling as
if they were valuable.
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