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Brennan sent me this and I really like it. This is what we are. Thank you, Edward Pill, wherever you are.

Brennan writes:
I found this poem written on the wall in my bathroom:

An Ode to Jots
a poem
by Edward Pill

Henry was once the name of automobiles
A factory made the Henry, complete
with four round wheels and a fifth
to appease the human desire to
navigate, to avoid ditches and dogs

Henry was rounded out in shifts
by workmen in jumpsuits and cloth
hats, all riddled with oil and grime
repeating and repeating their
little part of him, creating many
wheels again and again

Much later, Henry became the name of
kingdoms, vast powers and lands who
by association, removed the heads of
fashionable women, while coveting their
seat but never their more human, creative
capacities. These kingdoms still run.

Today, Henry is both automotive intuition
and royal land mass. His seat of power
and his newly added seatbelt, extend by
much farther than before imaginable for
Henry walks upon the internet in a place
called "Random Things I Write Down"

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