I’m with an important object,
But in a place where it’s never needed,
Like a key in the belly of an ocean creature,
Like corn seed spread on a bed of roses
Where no soil is seeded.
Like a man with cash in deadland,
Like a hammer lost in desert sand.
Not good enough to plant,
Not good enough to spend.
Not good enough for use,
A waste of human effort.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
I’m with an important object,
But in a place where it’s never needed,
Like a key in the belly of an ocean creature,
Like corn seed spread on a bed of roses
Where no soil is seeded.
Like a man with cash in deadland,
Like a hammer lost in desert sand.
Not good enough to plant,
Not good enough to spend.
Not good enough for use,
A waste of human effort.
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