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Plus and a Half

For distant seeking of all of these seeds These peptides, these rulers, The Sun We are expected to be the smallest And half paid But the vertigo of one person Is anathema

For minutes to soak up the Sun, I am minutes to one person, and one half, and one Sun

Ecstasy in view And the blinds we paid for I am hand-picked, and laying, best for later

To be images of the Sun, and languishing, To be early-led, and the landscape, I use imminent draw And feel poorly when in power, And I am no-one, but the Sun