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Otherwise . . .

As much as I like individual lines, the whole piece is so much more than the sum of its parts. Swimming deeper to pluck and polish adds the depth and power to the contemplation done in the stream of experience and consciousness. It's precocious work.

The shift of imagery to the yoke is a little jarring from the polished stones of that stream. I want to see the yoke in use to understand it's relationship to the sleepless nights of contemplation. Is it used for dredging? Is it for pressing on in the rounds of contemplation -the polishing? This latter idea is the one I ultimately land on.