Is life something like a moment
bombarded with the intrusive presence
of a brightly colored fire hydrant
protruding the ground with gloriousness,
while one knows of its capacity to assist uncoordinated moments?
How many people would it take to complete a project,
one with proportion and slow motion,
while others get in the way of a spot
in perfect avoidance of an extremely bothersome
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