a vast new territory
opening up for us
in commercial biomimetics.
Us, of course, is you,
my horse
and I, off course,
plotting our way to a point
of land I bought
for two billion clams
in bountiful south Alaska.
They call it Heartbreak Reboot Mountain.
I got it for zero chowder,
no interest 'til December.
Don’t ask me how I’ll give it back,
I’ll give the cheddar back, I swear
I can feel it; you;
this vast new territory
opening-up behind us,
slowly riding backwards, now,
enclosing what’s in front of us.
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