Climb on up the inside
of that jungle gym
that you’ve been
thinking in. Get
brave! Hang upside
down! You’re small - to fall
would bam! Ouch! frown,
but you’d pop up to climb
some more. Size up this boxy,
holey dome! It’s limits: hard,
like metal. Painted primary,
or bare as chrome, yet
In these boundaries, there
be gaps. Holes, to squirm
and wriggle through - and soon,
(you think) you’ll be outside. Well
size it up! Plan out! Go to.
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