The board floats on the river.
The board wants nothing but is pulled from beneath on into deeper waters.

And the elephant dwelling on the mountain wants a trumpet so its dying cry can be heard by the stars.

The wakeful heron striding through reeds at dawn wants the god of sun and moon to see his long skinny neck.

You must say what you want.
I want to be the man and I am who will love you when your hair is white.


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