it is a funny 'object'
strangely shaped
formed and unformed in time's 'burb'
its urge to modify & classify
tourniquet its barbershop twisting
candy-cane pole to a single reconnoitring before dawn's
packing the harbour of funnels, chimneys, masts, and sails
the water pushes back the land
rolling off the surf its benign touch
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