We could feel the walls,
But we may never find the switch.
Instead, we may walk round and round in the dark
With no directions, no purpose.
We could drop a mouse into the poem
But it may never find its way out.
We could waterski across the surface of a poem
But we may fall into the water
Before reaching the other side.
Only when we beat it with a hose,
Will we get a straight answer without fail.
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