the extent of

The extent of it the length of the extent of the untiring
stretch of it does it ever tire this stretching does it even

deign to bend this extending the bend of it the woeful
lustful bend of it does it even rise above the sinking ever

or does it just float midair caught in the meaning of and
the meaningless of this stretched out eking of flair this

rub-a-dub-dub of this hair-raising thud does it ever even
deign to rise asks I the I that sees it calls it lives it breathes.

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