Ideas are like ammunition:
we have far more than we could possibly need,
but sometimes we miss the target,
although aiming for a tree
instead of an empty beer bottle
might be more a little more novel.
‘I’m just going into my forest
to hunt.'
Oh, really.
What are you hunting?
I am aiming for a flock of birds,
but I shall hit a cloud
and then claim
that this was my intention
all along.
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