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under the papers of my desk

I discover

a small stone

yesterday I invented fire

today

I will create

a new tool

I will call it hammer

I pick up the stone

I smash it against my forehead

the clouds part and there is thunder

the trumpets of my ears

signal those to the east of me

those to the west

an army sets out across a blood red sea

a tiny baby is propped

in wet sand between the shores

I will call it baby

a useful tool

neither one thing

nor the other