I don't need a real paper-clip
To see one in my thoughts
I can hold it in the back
Of my brain and move it
Horizontally around carefully
Searching for stray memories
And stacking them together
Or vertically stretched out
Like a needle probing for inspiration
From my soft spot to my throat
My mind will go anywhere it's told
But who moves it or knows
If the paper-clip will hold
Or once released from its grasp
Where its gatherings will go
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