To Bing a Bong
what the he...ck!
i've nuthin to say...but
what's unreal...
the seeming impossible
appears...before your eyes
that trial and error step
found first...then
some second...and
now when you see...
the dead end sign
tells you...detour!
till that third step becomes...
the clear probability...
the impossible
takes form...repeating
always...with a difference
time means...mechanics
stan sand
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