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Under Pressure

When barometer’s arm sweeps far east
Some collapse
But I,
I who prosper under pressure
Build a grandiose throne
padded with crimson stares,
expectantly suspended in a time cape
And vault to puffed cotton castle clouds
To gaze and salute with ribbon-waves veiled with lace
To my deeply-bowing court below





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