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You have thrown the job to the stars,
but they return it despairingly.
They do not want it either.
You observe it jumping over the moon
more energetic than the cow.
It soars upwards - an ungainly creature
carrying on its back a freight
of appraisal documents and schedules.
It flies without you,
without your eyebrows,
your insight,
your frenzied anticipation,
your briefcase of improbabilities.
Wherever it lands
it will arrivé on the dot,
or an hour or two earlier.
(Q Open the post. Begin the day.
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