we seem too deep
to be reached
and when the thoughts
seep through, through the sponge
to the cracks
and in drips and drabs
they collect in the pan
beneath,
well, it's nearly brim
-full
now
we will have to pull
and switch it out
for a new, and empty
tray
and set the old one
out to harden
like
clay
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