in the meantime
there's Greenwich
and all that longitude
but evenly viewed from no angles
when tangled with the collapsing latitude
that's thrown a shoe and heaved ho
to row the boat ashore
because there's water everywhere
and lots of it's salty
so you can't make us drink
in new tricks thick as treats
on the OK buffet
corralling all their thoughts
until they're caught up and turned over
to the copper tops
or other brigades
and batteries parked in the dark
still countdown waiting waiting for a spark
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