Little perfect balls on a large scaly tree,
You make me wonder if you have a message for me.
I am curious why, you are suspended there,
Between earth and sky. Just for seed?
Do you bear a report? Do you have a word,
From another world that should be heard?
Maybe another time, in another place,
That message I can find. It will be freed.
– eab, Dec. ’65
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