Tell it like a good time

Wonder, shape the field to fit your
specifications for clouds bursting over
heads that didn't see the scott key coming
across a template, sang for a country for
old men and wild invasive clams,
hunt for the fact in the sand.

"I saw what was done,
said what was did,
repeated my self
across from the grid."

Make a story into a bricolage,
shatter the narrative into 
a billion people, perhaps times eight,
but turn down the temperature
by doing much less.

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