Train back to trained hands on deck and on course.
Refrain from biting the tongue and not pen.
Constant heart beating for better or worse,
times these rhymes within their metered oven:
You can smell the future words cooking up
while the water in the glass floats on through
time and space, at its level, looking up
at air, bleeding currents from 10 to 2:
Intuition is an amazing force,
a wonderful stage for driving points home,
an ideal clear moment to stay on course,
when the power to intuit points home:
The subway platform pullulates with life,
as each cualquiera takes home a new wife.
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