Free Your Hand

The great seaplane descends and alights
Its motors and propellors innumerable
Its silver skin grayed out in the haze
So is it with our attempts
To prevaricate to disguise to conceal
The broad outlines still visible
Though sapped of their lustre

As also our clumsy attempts
To master to exert control
The ancient platitude
Free your hand to allow the task
The burden never willing
The skill never complete
The silvery instruments soft as clay

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We will decide what consequences to apply
Somebody shut that crying baby

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